Sunday Driver
His left elbow is hanging out the window
His left finger steerinâ the wheel
His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart
and itâs paradise in his love mobile
And Iâm stuck here right behind him
Held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says 55, heâs going thirty
And itâs clear that he has no concern for time
Chorus:
He âs a Sunday, Sunday driver
He donât want to get his baby home too soon
Heâs 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 heâs feeling
cause Iâve been in that sweet driverâs seat before
Chorus:
He âs a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He donât want to get his baby home too soon
Heâs a Sunday driver
in the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Thereâs a growing line of angry cars behind us
like a centipede of metal single file
But I will not let them interrupt his romance
Iâll be his guardian angel for awhile
Chorus:
He âs a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He donât want to get his baby home too soon
Heâs a Sunday, Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Allen Levi & Billy Aerts
Billy Aerts Music (BMI)
The Moon Is Round (ASCAP)
