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 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 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 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 women to make her come alive 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
