Well this ain't no Sunday drive
Got the tach red lined, throttle opened wide
Gentlemen, start the enginesYou got an all new diagnostic tuned
Polished, shined, lookin' like new
This car will blow your mind
And your door right offRotated tires, balanced, aligned
Highest octane money can buy
She looks like she's flyin'
When she's sittin' at a stop
Your grocery gettin' garbage
Is nothing next to mineThis ain't no Sunday drive
Got the tach red lined, 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 pink slip's on the line
This aint no Sunday drive, no, they ain'tOn your mark, set and ready, fly
Be waitin' at the finish
Hand your keys to my baby
And don't ask for a ride
This aint no Sunday drive, no it ain't sonWell this ain't no Sunday drive
Got the tach red lined, 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 pink slip's on the line
This aint no Sunday drive, this aint no Sunday driveOverdrive, overdrive, overdrive, overdrive
This aint no Sunday drive