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loudon wainwright iii - sunday times lyrics

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well, i’m trying to read my sunday times; it costs a
nickel & 12 dimes
i bought it late sat-rday night; i’ve almost finished
but not quite
it weighed a ton it seemed to me that each one of them
must take a tree to
make
& also, i should think, it takes about a gallon of ink

right off the bat in section one: who, when, where, how
& what got done
the outlook’s bleak, it’s clear to see; section 1
depresses me
all the heavy duty news; it gives you the over-informed
blues
& i’m so relieved when 1’s all through; thumb through
1, get on to 2

now i’m a show-biz kinda guy; the business is my life &
that’s no lie
2’s one of my favorite parts: entertainment & leisure
arts
which movie’s great, which broadway play; exclamation
points the way
the next time that things get this great is sports way
up in section eight

i hoist the times into my lap & take some time to heave
some cr-p
i guess some guys dig section 3 but business bores the
pants off me
if you want boring, here’s a ch-r-: week in review,
that section 4
& who in the h-ll wants a review? once was enough for
me, thank you

after 3 & 4 it’s clear you want to get away from here
escape to somewhere & you’ll try; it’s time to travel;
section 5
guatamala’s always quaint although the right-wing death
squads ain’t
satanic cults down the block; better stay at home,
escape culture shock

the magazine is section 6 with food & wine, full-color
pics
so s-xy that you gotta stare at all the advertis-m-nts
in there
so glossy that the pages stick; flipping one at a
time’s a trick
the crossword will keep you up late; & it’s camp if
your kids are overweight

section7, book review; it comes with me into the loo
the tv section; that’s 11; naturally that goes with 7
7, 11, that’s it; i read them there when ‘ere i sit &
read
8 reviews of those who write; leads one to think that
one day one might

you need a job? that’s section 9. you’re not jobless?
hey, that’s fine
section 10 is real estate. you’re not homeless? hey,
that’s great
this town is so strange; in this town life’s subject to
change
what goes up comes down again. hold on to 9, hold on to
10

well, it’s tuesday & i’m still not done with sunday’s
times, son of a gun
monday & tuesday’s still unread; i could have read war
& peace instead
a great relief i do not doubt when it’s time to throw
all of these times out
tomorrow i’ll buy wednesday’s times; it’s just one
nickel.just one
nickel.just one nickel & three dimes

- loudon wainwright iii lyrics

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