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| 3:19 |
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| 3. |
| 3:38 |
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| 4. |
| 3:49 |
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| 5. |
| 3:25 |
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| 6. |
| 2:31 | 
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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!) 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 |
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| 7. |
| 2:57 |
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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| 9. |
| 3:45 |
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| 10. |
| 2:27 |
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