know you got someone back home So do I it's tough alone Aw come on, it's just a minor crime Chorus: No plane on sunday Check it again come monday Just
번역: 지미 버펫. 일요일 비행기.
on island time I know you got someone back home So do I it's tough alone Awh come on, it's just a minor crime No plane on Sunday Check it again come
this long Now the king's back on the streets crack I'ma put it on my son's name I'ma change from the mundane, Monday through Sunday Lived through the
(Dolly Parton) Sittin' on the front porch on a summer afternoon In a straightback chair on two legs, leans against the wall Watch the kids a' playin
you?re going Just a word unto the wise. You?d better get to livin?. Verse 2: A girlfriend came to my house, Started cryin? on my shoulder, Sunday evening
bit more concerned about where you're goin' Just a word unto the wise You better get to livin'. A girlfriend came to my house Started cryin' on my shoulder Sunday
Here we go You wear your smile like a summer sky Just shining down on me and you I swear your heart is a, a free bird On a lazy Sunday afternoon I love
Inhale, exhale back on the plane Headed to the city that's sunny all year 'round That's right Miami, it's like a little planet Full of sin but we got
to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday But
) She's got that somethin' She got that somethin' that I like The CL's waitin' just as soon as the plane lands The ball on the city is the game plan
claim A nervous wreck, waitin' on your plane Wringin' my hands, checkin' my watch I never dreamed forty eight hours ago I'd be standin' here waitin' on
thought you had be fooled Thought I didnt have a clue All along I knew the truth And now the jokes on you! How long will you keep on tryin... You just keep on
You sit in church on Sunday Running figures in your head You plan tomorrow's meetings As I slip off to bed No time for the children's homework Lord, you
hey the boy kept it real, he did Oh you thought it was over Hey Petey get real fly on they ass And talk about some shit, some real shit Come on, you
and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic [Unverified] suggest paper of wars and break havoc Are you ready, don't sleep on
niggaz nuts, like testricles Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin' Heat from the noggin', keep on
know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that But beside this motherfucker right here This motherfuckin' boo Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday
