Sunday Night (Bang Sugar Bang)

Coop has got the war paint My hair is in the air again Newbies all got stage fright They cower at the bar again Liars, cryers, buyers Pawley's got the flyers for them all Buzzcocks, Stooges Lori engineers the trip We beat and pound the tables to the chorus of Los Angeles Shoutin' over John and Exene on a Sunday night It goes on a Sunday night Chris and Glen are twisted wrestlin over Horton Heat Joey's got the t-shirt He simply toasts them from his seat I wanna dance with Nancy Jean on a Sunday Night Sandy slams her napkin swears she never party fouls Marko's on the cell phone cuin' up the after hours I wanna kiss from Nancy Jean on a Sunday NIght It goes on a Sunday Night