| Song | Lonely Sunday Afternoon |
| Artist | Blue Swede |
| Album | Hooked on a Feeling |
| 作词 : Palmers, Skifs | |
| Sail when everybody was still sleeping | |
| Imagine me the only one alive | |
| My single silent time | |
| Not a living soul around | |
| It's so lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Last night found me filled with joy and laughter | |
| Talking just joking until dawn | |
| In this dusky lumina light | |
| I keep clinging to last night | |
| I'm so lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Friends, so I am told, never leave you in the cold | |
| Not friends, to me it's just another word | |
| On my own, then I pay my telephone | |
| Kill my time by looking at the ceiling | |
| Seeing faded pictures passing by | |
| Like a puzzle that confuses me | |
| They amaze me and amuse me | |
| Still I'm lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Not a single sound sound in town | |
| Not a living soul around | |
| It's so lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Friends, so I am told, never leave you in the cold | |
| Not friends, to me it's just another word | |
| On my own, then I pay my telephone | |
| Kill my time by looking at the ceiling | |
| Seeing faded pictures passing by | |
| Like a puzzle that confuses me | |
| They amaze me and amuse me | |
| Still I'm lonely in a sunday afternoon |
| zuò cí : Palmers, Skifs | |
| Sail when everybody was still sleeping | |
| Imagine me the only one alive | |
| My single silent time | |
| Not a living soul around | |
| It' s so lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Last night found me filled with joy and laughter | |
| Talking just joking until dawn | |
| In this dusky lumina light | |
| I keep clinging to last night | |
| I' m so lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Friends, so I am told, never leave you in the cold | |
| Not friends, to me it' s just another word | |
| On my own, then I pay my telephone | |
| Kill my time by looking at the ceiling | |
| Seeing faded pictures passing by | |
| Like a puzzle that confuses me | |
| They amaze me and amuse me | |
| Still I' m lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Not a single sound sound in town | |
| Not a living soul around | |
| It' s so lonely in a sunday afternoon | |
| Friends, so I am told, never leave you in the cold | |
| Not friends, to me it' s just another word | |
| On my own, then I pay my telephone | |
| Kill my time by looking at the ceiling | |
| Seeing faded pictures passing by | |
| Like a puzzle that confuses me | |
| They amaze me and amuse me | |
| Still I' m lonely in a sunday afternoon |