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 
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 
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!) 
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