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SUNDAY DRIVE On my two wheeled machine Whan I sees this chick with some sex appeal Just about just about sixteen Well my baby would be ashamed of me If I didn't give this chick a pull So I shouts out how about it babe? And she didn't even whispar no No no no no no no So I slammed on my brakas and to my surprise I was swallowed from head to foot So I decide that it ain't so wise And it ain't no no no it ain't no good I was screamin' and I was spilling blood As I began to cough But that baby she still attracted me And I wanted to get off O o o o o off Look out or you'll look like me Riding in a wheal chair Then again you may have luck And they'll let you keep your hair In a bag somewhere You better look out for those foxy chicks. When you're on a Sunday Drive Watch out for those fancy licks Or else you're gonna take a dive I i i i i ive I was riding along in my new Rolls Royce Just a tryin'to rest my feet When I spot this girl we'll just call her choice Good enough good enough to eat Suddenly something made a screeh As I flew through the window pane And that baby she began to scream But she still was driving me insane A a a a a ane You better look out for those foxy chicks When you're on a Sunday Drive Watch out for those fancy licks Or else you'ra gonna taka a dive I i i i i ive |
