Sunday Driver

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