Song | Marley Purt Drive |
Artist | Bee Gees |
Album | Marley Purt Drive |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gibb/Gibb | |
作词 : Gibb, Gibb, Gibb | |
Writers: Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb | |
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 |
zuo qu : Gibb Gibb | |
zuo ci : Gibb, Gibb, Gibb | |
Writers: Barry, Robin Maurice Gibb | |
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 fiftynine | |
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 thirtyfive | |
' Cause with an orphanage full of thirtyfive kids | |
I got to go for a Sunday drive | |
An orphanage full of thirtyfive 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 thirtyfive kids | |
I got to go for a Sunday drive | |
And orphanage full of thirtyfive kids | |
I got to go for a Sunday drive |
zuò qǔ : Gibb Gibb | |
zuò cí : Gibb, Gibb, Gibb | |
Writers: Barry, Robin Maurice Gibb | |
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 fiftynine | |
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 thirtyfive | |
' Cause with an orphanage full of thirtyfive kids | |
I got to go for a Sunday drive | |
An orphanage full of thirtyfive 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 thirtyfive kids | |
I got to go for a Sunday drive | |
And orphanage full of thirtyfive kids | |
I got to go for a Sunday drive |