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
Conductor dominical
Su codo izquierdo está afuera de la ventana
Su dedo izquierdo dirige el volante
Su brazo derecho está envuelto alrededor de su amorcito
Y es el paraíso en su auto del amor
Y estoy atrapado justo detrás de él
Tomado como rehén por la línea amarilla doble
El letrero dice 55, él va a treinta
Y está claro que no le importa el tiempo
(Coro:)
Él es un conductor dominical
No quiere llevar a su bebé a casa demasiado pronto
Él es un conductor dominical
En medio de mi tarde de jueves
Pero no parpadearé mis luces
No, no tocaré mi bocina
Porque sé (sé) exactamente lo que está sintiendo
Porque he estado en ese dulce asiento del conductor antes
(Coro:)
Él es un conductor dominical
No quiere llevar a su bebé a casa demasiado pronto
Él es un conductor dominical
En medio de mi tarde de jueves
Hay una fila creciente de autos enojados detrás de nosotros
Como un ciempiés de metal en fila india
Pero no dejaré que interrumpan su romance
Seré su ángel guardián por un rato
(Coro:)
Él es un conductor dominical
No quiere llevar a su bebé a casa demasiado pronto
Él es un conductor dominical
En medio de mi tarde de jueves
Escrita por: Alan Levy / Billy Aerts