Sunday Driver Capo on 2 E A B x2 E A E You're just a Sunday driver. Cruising along A with your lady beside you, F#m B trying to get nowhere, E A B you've got time to spare. E A E Speed limit is 60 flat but if you go over 30 A the view flashes past; F#m B you wanna see the world E A B as the road unfurls. E And you drive and you drive and you drive G#m and you put on the miles and the miles and the miles A B It's a wonderful day E A B for Sunday driving E And you drive and you drive and you drive G#m and you smile and you hope that you never arrive F#m B you could do this all day E A B 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 E Get outta the way G# Get outta the way A Get outta the way B You're making me late E Get outta the way G# Get outta the way A Get outta the way B I can't overtake E Get outta the way G# Get outta the way A Get outta the way B Is this road rage? E Get outta the way G# Get outta the way A B Get outta the way E A B 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.