Sunday Driver

F#    B   C#    x2 
                

F#            B      F#        
You're just a Sunday driver.
Cruising along
          B                 
with your lady beside you,
          G#m          C# 
trying to get nowhere, 
            F#            B   C# 
you've got time to spare.     

F#             B  F#     
Speed limit is 60 flat
but if you go over 30
    B                   
the view flashes past;
          G#m           C# 
you wanna see the world 
        F#           B   C# 
as the road unfurls.     

        F#      
And you drive
and you drive
and you drive
                   A#m      
and you put on the miles
and the miles
and the miles
                 B   C# 
It's a wonderful day 
           F#      B   C# 
for Sunday driving     

        F#      
And you drive
and you drive
and you drive
                      A#m     
and you smile and you hope
that you never arrive
                    G#m   C# 
you could do this all day 
              F#    B   C# 
Just Sunday driving     

You're just a Sunday driver
You're clogging up the road
and there's people behind you
trying to get somewhere
but you don't care

Speed limit is 60 flat
you're sticking at 30
no-one can get past
you're heavy on the brake
there's no room to overtake

And you drive
and you drive
and you drive
there's a tailback for miles
and for miles
and for miles
You're in everyone's way
another selfish Sunday driver

And you drive
and you drive
and you drive
and you don't seem to mind
that you're wasting
our lives
with your big delay
You're just a selfish Sunday driver

              F#    
Get outta the way
              A#    
Get outta the way
              B    
Get outta the way
                 C#     
You're making me late

              F#    
Get outta the way
              A#    
Get outta the way
              B    
Get outta the way
            C#     
I can't overtake

              F#    
Get outta the way
              A#    
Get outta the way
              B    
Get outta the way
             C#      
Is this road rage?

              F#    
Get outta the way
              A#    
Get outta the way
              B   C# 
Get outta the way 
            F#   B   C# 
It's not Sunday.     

You're just a Sunday driver
You're pleased with yourself
but we all despise you
you're just showing off
pull over we've had enough

It's only half past eight
I'm trying to get to work
and you're making me late
You'd really fit in well
If we were on the road to hell 

And you drive
and you drive
and you drive
there's a tailback for miles
and for miles
and for miles
You're in everyone's way
another selfish Sunday driver

Get out of the way...



Words & Music Copyright   2017 Nic Hoy. All rights reserved.