Interpret:

Lulu

Album:

New Routes

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