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.