Sorry

You're calling us, but we're okay
We'll leave it till another day
There is so much we want to do
Sorry it gets in the way of You
Sunday morning, that's our date
Alas, You've had so long to wait
But that's the day of rest, You said
At least we get up out of bed
To do our duty, see our friends
I hope poor little Mo soon mends
Then off back home, without a fuss
To catch Eastenders omnibus
There's such a busy week ahead
There isn't time to clear our head
Please be patient for our call
We're bound to need You after all.