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.