Tekst piosenki
Sunday morning, woke up yawning; 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 woman to make her come alive. 'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids, I gotta go for a Sunday drive. Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids, I gotta go for a Sunday drive. That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car; convertible '59. Headed for the freeway, tried to find the Pasadena sign. Ten miles and three quarters more I wasn't feeling any more alive. 'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids, I gotta go for a Sunday drive. Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids, I gotta 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 gotta go for a Sunday drive. Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids, I gotta 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 standin' inside and that made thirty-five. 'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids, I gotta go for a Sunday drive. An orphanage full of thirty-five kids , I gotta go for a Sunday drive. Sunday morning woke up yawning; 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 woman to make her come alive. 'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids , I gotta go for a Sunday drive. An orphanage full of thirty-five kids, I gotta go for a Sunday drive.
