Sunday Driver Lyrics

Oh Yeah
His left elbow, is hangin out the window.
His left finger is steering the wheel.
His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart.
And its a paradise inside his love mobile.
Well I am stuck here, right behind him.
Im held hostage by the double yellow lines.
The sign say fifty five. Hes goin thi--rty
and its clear that he has no concern for time.
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver.
He dont want to get get his baby home to soon.
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver.
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon.
Oh I will not flash my headlights.
Ohho no I will not honk my horn.
Cause I know, I know just what hes feelin
cause Ive been in that sweet drivers seat before.
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver.
He dont want to get get his baby home to soon.
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver.
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon.
Theres a growin line of angry cars behind us.
Its a centipede of metal single file.
But I will not interrupt his romance.
Well Ill be his guardian angel for a while.
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver.
He dont want to get get his baby home to soon.
Hes a Sunday, Sunday driver.
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon.
Yeah-ah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon.