| Song | Sunday Rider |
| Artist | David Gates |
| Album | Goodbye Girl |
| 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. |