Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come Armageddon come Armageddon come Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey Hide on the promenade, etch on a postcard How I dearly wish I was not here In this seaside town That they forgot to bomb Come bomb, Nuclear bomb Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand and a strange dust lands on your hands and on your face, on your face... on your face, on your face Chorus : Every day is like Sunday Win yourself a cheap trey Share some grease tea with me Every day is silent and grey