I have a Sunday band
That always touches in the square
With a tuba grandota
And a few saucers of tin.
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The dog that
The child moves the tail wants a sponge cake
The grandmother sells cookies
And the priest asks devout

That Sunday they dirty the square
To think that
Sunday is to rest
And I that alive joining papers
go away to complaining to the municipality(corporated town).

(Bis)
And nevertheless I like the band
When every
Sunday it puts to touch
And I papers taking this pace,
which to the whole square it seems to infect....

I have a Sunday band
That always touches in the square
With a tuba grandota
And a few saucers of tin (Bis)
I have a Sunday band...
( Bis 6 times)