Oh no, oh yas, I'm in my Sunday best I'm wearing the clothes that she wants me to wear Wearing the clothes that aren't too dear It ain't our sunny As we walk in the park Extraordinary I certainly cannot be cold Conforming little man Oh no, oh yas, I'm in my Sunday best Oh no, oh yas, she's wearing a brand new dress The one that ends way past her knees The one that never blows in the breeze She'd oft look funny in her yellow dress It cost a lot of money Her father was a knight, you know But now he is a day Oh no, oh yas, I'm in my Sunday best Yeah, yeah It ain't our sunny As we walk in the park To not look funny The jacket is too long for me The trousers are too short Oh no, oh yas, I'm in my Sunday best Oh no, oh yas, I'm in my Sunday best