Track 3 of the EP Sunday Is a Whole Mood · 2025
Pancake Flip Sunday
by Tessa Rae
“Flour on my nose, music in the kitchen, and nowhere to be. This one is pure Sunday brightness, with a little Southern bounce under the beat.”
soul-pop · southern soul · feel-good pop · 2:53
Lyrics
Sunday light on the kitchen floor Flour on my nose and I'm wanting more Whisking up a cloud in a big blue bowl Radio's on and it's good for the soul Pan is hot, the butter's gold Counting down, I'm feeling bold Flip it, flip it, watch it fly Pancake rising to the sky If it lands, we all cheer loud If it sticks, we're laughing anyway Pancake Flip Sunday, hey! Everybody's gonna eat today Little brother's got the syrup spoon Dad is humming a Sunday tune Blueberries rolling off the plate Nobody's hurrying, nobody's late Pan is hot, the butter's gold Counting down, I'm feeling bold Flip it, flip it, watch it fly Pancake rising to the sky If it lands, we all cheer loud If it sticks, we're laughing anyway Pancake Flip Sunday, hey! Everybody's gonna eat today One went up and it hit the light Came back down and it landed right Stack it tall like a tower of gold Sweetest story ever told Pass the plate, pass it round Hear that happy kitchen sound Forks are clinking, coffee's poured Sunday morning, who could ask for more Flip it, flip it, watch it fly Pancake rising to the sky If it lands, we all cheer loud If it sticks, we're laughing anyway Pancake Flip Sunday, hey! Everybody's gonna eat today Flip it, flip it, one more stack Pancake Flip Sunday, come on back Sunday sweet and Sunday slow Pancake Flip Sunday, here we go