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