Sunday Sport Lyrics

Sex and scandal all the way It's the paper for you on a Sunday All the slags and the old bags Showing their tits in the Sunday rag Maria Whitaker bearing her all Great big tits of Tina Small Well these girls they can't be real I for one wouldn't mind a feel, Oi!

Chorus: Sunday Sport, it's the Sunday Sport Don't get caught with the Sunday Sport Birds with big tits on the cover Don't you show it to your mother
Buy the paper every Sunday morn In the paper rack amongst the porn Centre spread goes straight to my head I wanna get them into my bed There's the letters from the reader's wives Telling the stories of their kinky lives The agony aunt is Fiona Wright She knows what to do in the night, alright!

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