Sunday Driver Lyrics

Sunday Driver lyrics

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 it's paradise in his love mobile



And I'm stuck here right behind him

Held hostage by the double yellow line

The sign says 55, he's going thirty

And it's clear that he has no concern for time

 

Chorus:

He ‘s a Sunday, Sunday driver 

He don't want to get his baby home too soon

He's 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 he's feeling

cause I've been in that sweet driver's seat before



Chorus:

He ‘s a Sunday, a Sunday driver 

He don't want to get his baby home too soon

He's a Sunday driver

in the middle of my Thursday afternoon	



There's a growing line of angry cars behind us

like a centipede of metal single file

But I will not let them interrupt his romance

I'll be his guardian angel for awhile



Chorus:

He ‘s a Sunday, a Sunday driver 

He don't want to get his baby home too soon

He's a Sunday, Sunday driver

In the middle of my Thursday afternoon





Allen Levi & Billy Aerts

Billy Aerts Music (BMI) 

The Moon Is Round (ASCAP)