Sunday
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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I'm blue every Monday
Thinkin' over Sunday
That one day when I'm with you
It seems that I sigh all day Tuesday
I cry all day Wednesday
Oh my, how I long for you

And then comes Thursday
Gee, it's long, it never gets by
And Friday makes me feel
Just like I'm gonna die

But after pay day, is my fun day
I shine all day Sunday
That one day when I'm with you

And then comes Thursday
Gee, it's long, it never goes by
And Friday makes me feel
Like I'm gonna die

But after pay day, is my fun day
I shine all day Sunday
That one day when I'm with you

That one day




It's a fun day
Sunday is my day with you

Overall Meaning

In "Sunday," Frank Sinatra bemoans the mundanity of the other days of the week and eagerly anticipates his time with a lover. The song's lyrics represent the weariness that people often feel when confronting the grind of everyday life, but also the hope that one glimmering day can make everything worthwhile. Sinatra's voice perfectly captures the wistfulness of the song's narrator, as he sings plaintively about his longing for the object of his affection.


The song's lyrics present a romanticized view of Sunday as the one day when all is right with the world. It is a day when the singer can forget about the pressures of life and be with the person he cares for. This romantic idealization of Sunday dates back to the 19th century, when it was a day of rest for working-class people who had toiled for six days of the week. Sinatra's interpretation of the song echoes this notion of the sanctity of Sunday, and his powerful voice highlights the song's sense of longing.


Overall, Sunday is a beautiful song about love and hope that showcases Frank Sinatra at his best. His emotive delivery and the song's beautiful melody make it a timeless classic that continues to resonate with listeners today.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm blue every Monday
Every Monday I feel sad and down


Thinkin' over Sunday
Reflecting on the time spent together on Sunday


That one day when I'm with you
Sunday is the day when we are together


It seems that I sigh all day Tuesday
Tuesday I feel sad and sigh constantly


I cry all day Wednesday
Wednesday I am filled with sorrow and tears


Oh my, how I long for you
I am eagerly waiting to be with you again


And then comes Thursday
Next comes Thursday


Gee, it's long, it never gets by
Thursday feels like it lasts forever


And Friday makes me feel
Friday brings on the emotions


Just like I'm gonna die
I feel like I am suffering immensely


But after pay day, is my fun day
I enjoy myself once I've been paid


I shine all day Sunday
Sunday is the day that I am happy and feel good


That one day when I'm with you
Sunday is the day that we spend together


That one day
The one day we are together


It's a fun day
Sunday is a day of happiness and enjoyment




Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Fintage House Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHESTER CONN, BENNIE KRUEGER, NED MILLER, JULE STYNE

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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