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