Sunday Drive Lyrics - 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 

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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 

Your Sunday drive 

Got the tach 

Redlined 

Throttle opened wide 

Photos 

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 

Ole mark, set, 

Ready, fly 

Be waitin' 

At the finish 

Hand your keys tol my baby 

And don't ask 

For a ride 

This ain't no 

Sunday drive 

(Naw it ain't, son!) 

Chorus 

This ain't 

Your 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) 

(Overdrive) 

(Overdrive) 

This ain't no 

Sunday drive