"Sunday Driver" Lyrics

Sunday driver with his hands off the wheel
He's not alone and they are copping a feel
The lady next to him is down on the floor
Sunday driver don't drive anymore

Sunday drive with his foot through the floor
The lady next to him is asking for more
Her legs across the seat
Her feet out the door
Sunday driver don't drive anymore

Sunday driver
Sunday driver
Sunday driver
Driver

Sunday driver moving faster than hell
The lady knows he's playing some kind of swell
See ya later I wish it so well
Sunday driver don't drive anymore

Come on honey
Let's go for a ride

Ya know what I want honey
See ya in the back seat

Hey
Sunday driver
Sunday driver

Beep Beep Beep
Beep Beep Sunday driver
Beep honk toot beep honk
Sunday driver
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Sunday driver
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