Track 8 of the album Voice Notes from the Back Row · 2015
Sunday Pot Is Singing
by Zuri Bell
“The pot sings tap-tap on the lid and I harmonise with it. It smells like Sunday in every line.”
afrobeats · cosy afrobeats · gospel-tinged · 2:58
Lyrics
Lid goes tap-tap, steam starts to rise Smells like home and it's no surprise Onions and pepper, a little bit of spice Auntie in the doorway says it's nearly nice Stir it slow, stir it round Hear that bubbling sound Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Bubble, bubble, come on in Plenty room for family and friends Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Spoon in the air and we're dancing slow Everybody's here, everybody knows The Sunday pot is singing Cousins in the hallway, music turned up loud Grandpa tells a story and he draws a crowd Kids sneak a taste with a giggle and a grin Someone's setting plates, let the party begin Stir it slow, stir it round Hear that bubbling sound Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Bubble, bubble, come on in Plenty room for family and friends Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Spoon in the air and we're dancing slow Everybody's here, everybody knows The Sunday pot is singing Pass the bowl, pass the love Thank the sun up above Full hearts, full plates Nobody leaves late Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Bubble, bubble, come on in Plenty room for family and friends Sunday pot is singing, oh-oh Spoon in the air and we're dancing slow Everybody's here, everybody knows The Sunday pot is singing Oh-oh, oh-oh The Sunday pot is singing