Sunday Drive Songtext / Lyric

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!)



Chorus

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