From the recording Fat Head, Sunday Paper
Lyrics
Gonna dance on the ceiling
So we don’t go climb the walls
But I got you, babe
You’re gonna save my life
I’ll put a tie on
I might even call you ma’am
Easter Sunday
And you’re my little lamb
World keeps turning
Like it doesn’t even
Know our names
Clouds roll by
And don’t look down
But I got you, babe
And mama, I’m you’re man
We’re still going strong
But that don’t mean
There’s nothing wrong
We’re all dance through a
Zombie Land
It’s still a romance
Just not the way we planned
Easter Sunday
And you’re my little lamb
Easter Sunday
And you’re my little lamb
So long, it’s been so long
So long
And we’ll never be the same again
And every day I know
It’s you and me and me and you
We’re so together and alone
I’m not complaining
It’s like a dream I had
Easter Sunday
And you’re my little lamb
Easter Sunday
And you’re my little lamb
So long, it’s been so long
So long
And we’ll never be the same again
So long, John
When you get there
Assuming anybody’s home
Tell The Savior
It’s time to rise and shine
I love you honey
You know I’m you’re biggest fan
Easter Sunday,
And you’re my little lamb