作词 : Gibb, Gibb, Gibb 作曲 : Gibb Writers: Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
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
作词 : Gibb, Gibb, Gibb 作曲 : Gibb Writers: Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
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
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