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Well this ain't no Sunday driveGot the tach red lined, throttle opened wideGentlemen, start the enginesYou got an all new diagnostic tunedPolished, shined, lookin' like newThis car will blow your mindAnd your door right offRotated tires, balanced, alignedHighest octane money can buyShe looks like she's flyin'When she's sittin' at a stopYour grocery gettin' garbageIs nothing next to mineThis ain't no Sunday driveGot the tach red lined, throttle opened wideGonna kill a lot of bugs, pass a lot of polesBurn a little rubber down a blacktop roadBetter be able to bury that needle, your pink slip's on the lineThis ain't no Sunday drive, no, they ain'tOn your mark, set and ready, flyBe waitin' at the finishHand your keys to my babyLetras de cancionesAnd don't ask for a rideThis ain't no Sunday drive, no it ain't sonWell this ain't no Sunday driveGot the tach red lined, throttle opened wideGonna kill a lot of bugs, pass a lot of polesBurn a little rubber down a blacktop roadBetter be able to bury that needle, your pink slip's on the lineThis ain't no Sunday drive, this ain't no Sunday driveOverdrive, overdrive, overdrive, overdriveThis ain't no Sunday drive From Letras Mania