Lyrics Marley Purt Drive - Bee Gees
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
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
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
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.
'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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