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VERSE
So Phillis sits alone at home
Alone in a house of her own
no-one to talk to and no-one to love

Her Husband died through suicide
"I love you" a thousand times he lied
Until his best boy left him for another man

BRIDGE
And now she sits day after day
Could it be that he was gay
And who takes care of me now that he's gone

VERSE
The phonebook has help after all
A good man, handsome, smart and tall
The only thing for me to do is call

She pictures him as he flys by
No need for any other guy
It's him or else I'm gonna die

BRIDGE
And now she gets her direct line
And hears her heros calling sign
Until the answering-machine responds


CHORUS
Superman doesn't fly on Sundays
He's out with the boys
so don't you dare to waste Superman's time
But you can leave a message on the answering-machine right after the sign
And he'll call you back as soon as he finds the time


VERSE
his office of enormas size
hears Walter as he cries and cries
What happend to the man he planed to be

the money and his fancy cars
can't bring him back the shining stars
and there's no fun in live its plain to see

BRIDGE
but money buys it after all
just make this magic toll-free call
and listen to our friendly personal


CHORUS
Superman doesn't fly on Sundays
He's out with the boys
so don't you dare to waste Superman's time
But you can leave a message on the answering-machine right after the sign
And he'll call you back as soon as he finds the time


VERSE
cancer came to visit Sue
it liked the smoking residue
and so it made her lungs its brand new home

And Sue of course was not amused
in fact she felt somewhat abused
who would have thought that smoking is so bad

BRIDGE
but quitting now is hard to do
so its the job of you know who
he better get it out before I scream


CHORUS
Superman better flys on Sundays
and gets here right away
twenty-four seven threehundredsixtyfive
always there in case of unpleasance 'cause it's part of his jobs
get your ass here or else I call the cops

Superman doesn't fly on Sundays
He's out with the boys
so don't you dare to waste Superman's time
But you can leave a message on the answering-machine right after the sign
And he'll call you back as soon as he finds the time

Superman doesn't fly on Sundays
He left for the coast
A lonely live was what he wanted most
'cause flying for all those fed-up people had made him a wreck
Now he's gone for good and I think he won't come back