Long Sunday Afternoon/My Friend (from Blood Brothers) piano leadsheet with chords

No like kids out on the street today.

ing cans a

You could be living on the moon.

I Maybe ev'rybody packed their bags and moved away.

Gonna be a long,

long, long Sunday afternoon.

Just like killing time and stayed in round.

ing cans a

Try to remember jokes I knew.

Am tell 'em to myself, but they're not funny since I found...

Gonna be a long,

long, long Sunday afternoon.

My best friend always had sweets to share,

knew ev'ry word in the dictionary.

He was clean, neat and tidy from Monday to Friday.

I wish that I could be like,

wear clean clothes, talk properly like,

do sums and history like

my friend.

My friend.

My best friend,

he could swear like a soldier.

You would laugh till you died at the stories he told ya.

He was untidy from Monday to Friday.

I wish that I could be like,

kick a ball and climb a tree like,

run around with dirty knees like my friend.

My friend.