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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 carconvertible 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. |
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