The Tallest Man in the World Lyrics

The sisters come on Sundays
The sisters come on Sundays
The sisters come on Sundays
The sisters come on Sundays

With goods in hand
A bike and a kitten
For the world's tallest man
Who struggles to fit in
Doors, chairs, cars, stairs
Bikes, shoes, even canoes
Couches, beds, hats on heads
Clothes, gloves, it shows he loves
When the sisters come on Sundays
When the sisters come on Sundays

A man of phenomenal height
Can cause fright in most
And first I was scared
When he almost ripped out a post
But the grip of a giant
Is not the grip of a tyrant
He can open a fire hydrant
Dunk on Kobe Bryant
He's always compliant
On Saturdays, he's reliant

The sisters come on Sundays
The sisters come on Sundays
The sisters come on Sundays
The sisters come on Sundays