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Sunday Driver
His left elbow is hanging out the window
His left finger steerin the wheel
His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart
and its paradise in his love mobile
And Im stuck here right behind him
Held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says 55, hes going thirty
And its clear that he has no concern for time
Chorus:
He s a Sunday, Sunday driver
He dont want to get his baby home too soon
Hes a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
But I will not blink my headlights
no, I will not honk my horn
Cause I know (I know) just what hes feeling
cause Ive been in that sweet drivers seat before
Chorus:
He s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He dont want to get his baby home too soon
Hes a Sunday driver
in the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Theres a growing line of angry cars behind us
like a centipede of metal single file
But I will not let them interrupt his romance
Ill be his guardian angel for awhile
Chorus:
He s a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He dont want to get his baby home too soon
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Allen Levi & Billy Aerts
Billy Aerts Music (BMI)
The Moon Is Round (ASCAP)