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.
Writer(s): Barry Alan Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
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