Well this ain´t No Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined Throttle opened wide
(Gentlemen start your engines)
Got 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-getting´ Garbage Is nothing Next to mine
This ain´t Your Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined 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 pinkslip´s On the line This ain´t no Sunday drive
Ole mark, set Ready,fly Be waitin´ At the finish
Hand your keys tol my baby And don´t ask For a ride This ain´t no Sunday drive (Naw it ain´t, son!)
Chorus
This ain´t Your Sunday drive Got the tach Redlined 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 pinkslip´s on the line
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