Tell Me on a Sunday

This is the song I am going to sing in the annual dinner. Not many people know this - the title song of one of Andrew Lloyd Webber's early musicals (1979), subsequently transformed into Act I of "Song and Dance" (1982). I have loved this song ever since I heard Michael Crawford sings it. Hilarious Lyrics by Don Black. I couldn't find the score of it until yesterday - an online sheet music provider, www.musicnotes.com, provided instant printouts of this song. It even provides transposed version.

Tell me on a Sunday

Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going

Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please

Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye

Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please