Sleeping in the morning sun,
And after all is said and done
Days are short when you’re around
We got no time to run aground.
Sundays come, and Sundays go
The weeks go by I wonder why
They never fly in Idaho
They never fly in Idaho
Watch the corn grow into flower
We’re getting older by the hour
Floating in the swimming pool,
We got no time to make the rules
Sundays come, and Sundays go
The weeks go by I wonder why
They never fly in Idaho
They never fly in Idaho
Flying, not flying, in Idaho
Flying, not flying, in Idaho
Now I’m certain you’re so cool
You’re so smart you make me look a fool
The Spanish lessons really worked
I got burritos for dessert
Sundays come, and Sundays go
The weeks go by I wonder why
They never fly in Idaho
They never fly in Idaho
