Marly Purt Drive

 Sunday morning, woke up yawning; 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 for the freeway; tried to find the Pasadena sign.
 Ten miles and three quarters more 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 yawning; 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.
 
©1969 Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
 vom Album 'Odessa'