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 family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a family 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 family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a family 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 family on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a family 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 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 got to go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.

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Copyright: Tratore, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BARRY GIBB, MAURICE ERNEST GIBB, ROBIN HUGH GIBB