Story Behind the Song
Another song recorded in Brighton as part of the Clarion session, Kris enjoyed trying out the different Hamonds, Rhodes and Werlitzers to get the right sound for this track.
Lyrics
Wake up, the week seems hard,
Try to make a little money for my part,
On the stage that looks lifesize,
Sometimes I can`t believe my eyes,
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
No alarm clock, no early warning,
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
Get up late but I'm still yawning,
Fate sometimes throws you a chance
Regrets will come when you think they've past
But life goes on just the same
No matter what you lose or what you gain
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
No alarm clock, no early warning,
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
Get up late but I'm still yawning,
Even though its Friday night
My Sunday seems so near
I'm looking forward to time spent by myself,
Time spent Here
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
No alarm clock, no early warning,
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
Get up late but I'm still yawning,
I can relax now and forget the world,
I have no worries no problems held
I'm waiting for the sun to rise,
No time for tears or alabi's
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
No alarm clock, no early warning,
I'm the king of Sunday mornings,
Get up late but I'm still yawning,
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