Marley Purt Drive کے بول

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 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 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