The lovely ladies,
Are at an ice cream parlor,
Having sundaes on a sunday,

The golden haired lady,
Sighs,
Sundaes on a sunday,
How lovely and sweet,
Of ya honey,

The exotic brunnette,
Sighs,
Well you melt my heart,
And your love fills my soul,
Like none other,

In the rare warmth,
Of their ever love,
The lovely ladies,
Are having,
sundaes on a sunday,
As a sunday tune,
hums,
Like ice cream,
Into another evening
Reynaldo Casison