Sunday morning, woke up yawnin', filled the pool for a swim Pulled down the head and looked in the glass just to see if I was in Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive 'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids I got to go for a Sunday drive Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids I got to go for a Sunday drive That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car, convertible fifty-nine Headed to the freeway, tried to find the Pasadena sign Ten miles and three quarters, I wasn't feeling any more alive 'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids I got to go for a Sunday drive Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids I got to go for a Sunday drive I used to be a minstrel free with a whole lot of bread in my bag I used to feel that my life was real but the good Lord threw me a snag Now I'm gonna be the same as me no matter how I try 'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids I got to go for a Sunday drive Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids I got to go for a Sunday drive Turned 'round the car and headed for home, I guess I realized my fate Ten miles and three quarters more, I pulled up outside the gate Twenty more kids were stood inside and that made thirty-five 'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids I got to go for a Sunday drive An orphanage full of thirty-five kids I got to go for a Sunday drive Sunday morning woke up yawnin', filled the pool for a swim Pulled down the glass and looked in the mirror just to see if I was in Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive 'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids I got to go for a Sunday drive And orphanage full of thirty-five kids I got to go for a Sunday drive © CROMPTON SONGS LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com