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
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