Sunday Drive

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)