| Sunday morning, woke up yawnin'
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| Filled the pool for a swim
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| Pulled down the head and looked
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| In the glass just to see if I was in
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| Went up the stairs and kissed my woman
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| To make her come alive
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| 'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| Fifteen kids and a family on the skids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| That’s how they are
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| So I grabbed out the car
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| Convertible fifty-nine, headed to the freeway
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| Tried to find the Pasadena sign
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| Ten miles and three quarters
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| I wasn’t feeling any more alive
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| 'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| Fifteen kids and a family on the skids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| I used to be a minstrel free
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| With a whole lot of bread in my bag
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| I used to feel that my life was real
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| But the good Lord threw me a snag
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| Now I’m gonna be the same
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| As me no matter how I try
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| 'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| Fifteen kids and a family on the skids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| Turned 'round the car and headed for home
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| I guess I realized my fate
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| Ten miles and three quarters more
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| I pulled up outside the gate
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| Twenty more kids were stood inside
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| And that made thirty-five
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| 'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| Sunday morning, woke up yawnin'
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| Filled the pool for a swim
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| Pulled down the glass and looked
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| In the mirror just to see if I was in
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| Went up the stairs and kissed my woman
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| To make her come alive
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| 'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive
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| And orphanage full of thirty-five kids
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| I got to go for a Sunday drive |