Marley Purt Drive

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 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 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 woman

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