Sunday Drive Songtext
von Alabama

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
No 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


On mark, set
Ready, fly
I'll be waitin
At the finish

Hand your keys too, 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
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
This ain′t no
Sunday drive

(Overdrive)

Drive (overdrive)

(Overdrive)

Drive
(Overdrive)

(This ain't no Sunday drive)