Sunday Drive

Well this ain't no Sunday drive Got the tach red lined, throttle opened wide Gentlemen, start the engines You got an 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 gettin' garbage Is nothing next to mine This ain't no Sunday drive Got the tach red lined, 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 pink slip's on the line This ain't no Sunday drive, no, they ain't On your mark, set and ready, fly Be waitin' at the finish Hand your keys to my baby And don't ask for a ride This ain't no Sunday drive, no it ain't son Well this ain't no Sunday drive Got the tach red lined, 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 pink slip's on the line This ain't no Sunday drive, this ain't no Sunday drive Overdrive, overdrive, overdrive, overdrive This ain't no Sunday drive