How come I was the last to know?
Took the wait stage, ing then you stole the show.
An oth er un sus pect ing (C)Sun day af ter noon.
I was cap ur tured by my life that stare;
now I’m shat tered, but I re don’t care.
And the peo ple walk ing (C)by don’t have a clue
that (F)(1.) I
kissed your (C)face
till the (E)sun was in our eyes,
till the (E)af ter noon ar rived.
And (F)I
can’t ex (C)plain.
Last (A)night I saw the fi re works, the (A)kind of pain that nev er hurts, the (A)one you hate to love that’s made for you.
An oth er (F)un sus pect ing Sun day af ter noon.
Mon day is a fun ny thing; (F)un sus pect ing Sun day af ter noon.
This sweet re lief,
(E)un ex pect ed things,
is this the end,
or (D)on ly the be gin ning?
(F)un sus pect ing Sun day af ter noon.
An oth er (F)un sus pect ing (G)Sun day
af ter (D)noon.
This page shows “Unsuspecting Sunday” by Backstreet Boys in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of A at 74 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.