Oh Yeah () His left elbow, is hangin out the window. () His left finger is steering the wheel. () His right arm is wrapped around his sweetheart. () And it's a paradise inside his love mobile. () Well I am stuck here, right behind him. () I'm held hostage by the double yellow lines. () The sign say fifty five. He's goin' thi--rty () and its clear that he has no concern for time. () He's a Sunday, Sunday driver. () He don't want to get get his baby home to soon. () He's a Sunday, Sunday driver. () In the middle of my Thursday afternoon. () Oh I will not flash my headlights. () Ohho no I will not honk my horn. () Cause I know, I know just what he's feelin' () cause I've been in that sweet driver's seat before. CHORUS () He's a Sunday, Sunday driver. () He don't want to get get his baby home to soon. () He's a Sunday, Sunday driver. () In the middle of my Thursday afternoon. () There's a growin' line of angry cars behind us. () It's a centipede of metal single file. () But I will not interrupt his romance. () Well I'll be his guardian angel for a while. CHORUS () He's a Sunday, Sunday driver. () He don't want to get get his baby home to soon. () He's a Sunday, Sunday driver. () In the middle of my Thursday afternoon. () Yeah-ah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon.