Текст песни Sunday Rider

Sunday riders-ridin' out along the highway Sunday gliders-glidin' up along the skyway Some must fly and some must speed To satisfy the human need Paper dresses-wear them once and throw Away Plastic flowers-try to smell them anyway No matter what the future brings Nothin's like the real things Sunday lovers-sneakin' in forsaken places Under covers-so's to hide the guilty faces Take my wife and take my pay But don't take my sunday lady from me.