Sunday Rider Letra

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.