ALABAMA lyrics - In Pictures

Sunday Drive

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Well this ain't No Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined Throttle opened wide (Gentlemen start your engines) Got all new Diagnostic-tuned Polished, shined Lookin' like new This car will blow Your mind And your door Right off Rotated tires Balanced, aligned Highest octane Money can buy She looks like She's flyin' when She's sittin' at a stop Your grocery-getting' Garbage Is nothing Next to mine This ain't Your Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined Throttle opened wide Gonna kill a lot of bugs, Pass a lot of poles Burn a little rubber Down a blacktop road Better be able To bury that needle your pinkslip's On the line This ain't no Sunday drive Ole mark, set, Ready,fly Be waitin' At the finish Hand your keys tol my baby And don't ask For a ride This ain't no Sunday drive (Naw it ain't, son!) This ain't Your Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined Throttle opened wide Gonna kill a lot of bugs, Pass a lot of poles Burn a little rubber Down a blacktop road Better be able To bury that needle Your pinkslip's on the line This ain't no Sunday drive This ain't no Sunday drive (Overdrive) (Overdrive) (Overdrive) This ain't no Sunday drive

Marly Purt Drive

BEE GEES "Odessa"
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.

Black Sunday

JETHRO TULL "A"
Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday with freezing rains melting and no trains running and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday falls one day too soon The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly My suitcases simply too full for the closing of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random --- no sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them Black Sunday falls one day too soon And down at the airport are probably waiting a few thousand passengers, overbooked seating Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas --- connections broken and Special Branch waiting conspicuously standing in holiday clothing Black Sunday falls one day too soon Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy Down to the gate with the old mood upon me Get out and chase the small immortality born in the minute of my next returning Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning Homecoming one day too soon And back at the house there's a grey sky a-tumbling Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving ...one day too soon

Feels Like Sunday

JESSE MCCARTNEY
The night's over You're fading It always ends the same Your head's on my shoulder As we pull away So many good times you and I It makes it so hard to say good-bye 'Cause it always feels like Sunday When I drive you home Maybe, we'll be fine by Monday But tonight I'm alone Baby, when I can't be with you I still want you close 'Cause it always feels like Sunday When you go Mmmm Your scent on my t-shirt It never seems to fade An empty seat now Next to me but Memories fill the space Every moment you're not here Reminds me how much I need you 'Cause it always feels like Sunday When I drive you home Maybe, we'll be fine by Monday But tonight I'm alone Baby, when I can't be with you I still want you close 'Cause it always feels like Sunday When you go When you go on Sunday Go on Sunday Go on Sunday Feels like Sunday It feels like Sunday 'Cause it always feels like Sunday When I drive you home Maybe, we'll be fine by Monday But tonight I'm alone Baby, when I can't be with you I still want you close 'Cause it always feels like Sunday Feels like Sunday Fells like Sunday When you go When you go ooh

Taking Over

JME "Integrity>"
[Verse 1:] Where has everybody gone? I'm not on that hype that everybody's on Same old lame old plain old blatant shame when you find out (it ain't working) One for the Bassbox Crew, Krispy Kreme, McD's drive-thru I never lost the thirst to be first, I will not waste a second and come second Some idiots prefer to be third, better fix up before you come fourth Fifth and sixth is a myth, deep shit like this bass riff This one is not for the radio, it's a private shubs Man can wear hats or hoods, no Uggs It's not a lean-up ting I don't have a boss so nobody can tell me there's a clean up in aisle five Cause I'll drive straight to your door, then I'll spinning piledrive your face to the floor You're a useless piece of shit like when an iPhone is dead Man are going all out trying to take my spot, they should have stayed at home instead Go on then like Joseph said, I make noise on the road like a Koenigsegg You can join us man murking, but if you wanna take over? It ain't working [Hook x8:] It ain't working [Verse 2:] (It ain't working) Jeez, but it works here, that's easy to see, that's cause I'm just me being me Literally don't have to do anything to maintain my heat on the street I make tunes and I'm lucky for the Ps If I quit that's unhealthy for the scene Merchandise is back, snapback black, quality, see what I mean? Inside silk like the feel of my sheets With Serious, oblique on the peak Exercise my plan Bs on the Cs Course, music Gs gotta eat Treat producers like prostitutes Give them P for a beat Some of these man can speak for a week but their bars are basically selling dreams Their life is so shit, so they invent any reason to beef These 25p cheap MCs acting like wealthy celebrities If you buy into any of these mans' lifestyles - keep your receipts Flexing like an evil beast, but really underneath he's a chief I came from the school of Leth-to-the-B, I came from the school of D Double E If you don't like G-R-I-M-E, then you've got no taste like vegan cheese You can be murking, but taking over ain't working, oh please [Hook x8]

Kathleen

JOSH RITTER "Hello Starling"
All the other girls here are stars - you are the northern lights They try to shine in through your curtains - you're too close and too bright They try and they try but everything that they do Is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen This party was made with the night air and the chance that a smile Will wind its way from your face to one of the boys in your line You act like you're hip to their tricks and you're strong But a virgin Wurlitzer heart never once had a song I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen And I'll have you back by break of day I'm going your way anyway And if you'd like to come along I'll be yours for a song I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me But I'm here and I'm ready and I've saved you the passenger seat I won't be your last dance just your last goodnight Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen So crawl up your trellis and quietly back into your room And I'll coast down the length of your drive by the light of the moon And the next time I see you - a new kind of hello Both our hearts have a secret only both of us know 'Bout the night that I drove you back home Kathleen

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