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)