Sunday Driving
Composer(s): Pober
Performer(s): Jerry Lewis



Ahhh, look out where you're goin' 
Stop that

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Through a million cars I'm diving
No escaping, fenders scraping
Less you hit a tree 

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
There's an ambulance arriving
A collision in my vision
Maybe it was me

A lady driver signals left
And then she makes a right
I hit her in the rumble seat
That isn't too polite!

She screams, "You beast; you awful thing!
Where do you think you're going?"
And I answer, "Don't look now dear
But your rumble seat is showing"

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
For a peaceful day I'm striving
But each Sunday is the one day
Cars are everywhere

Oh boy, here it is 
Sunday morning and I'm out drivin' in my car
And it's so peaceful and quiet 
The Sun is shinin', the boids is choipin' 
Oh-oh, there goes a pedestrian 
Shucks, I missed 'im
Ha-ha, I think I'll go 'round the block and try again 
Gee whiz, I must be out in the country now 
I'm not hittin' so many people 
I am out in the country 
I just hit a cow (baa!)
This is a cow?

A car goes by me like a flash
He can't do that to me
I'll chase him and I'll show 'im
I can go as fast as he

And sure enough I pass 'im
Like a rabbit in a thicket
And I learn it's a patrol car
When he writes me out a ticket

...I musta made a boo-boo

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Up the steepest hill I'm striving
I'm not quitting till I'm sitting
On the very top

I made it 
Now I'm goin' down 
Boy, what a view 
And look at the cliff at the bottom of the road 
If I ever went over that 
Ha-ha, impossible! Not in my car 
What was that? The motor's broke 
Gee, I better stop 
The brakes don't work 
The Brakes Don't Work? 
I'm goin' fifty miles an hour downhill 
Now I'm goin' sixty 
Now it's seventy 
My motor don't work, my brakes don't work, but I'm not worried 
AAhhh, my speedometer works 
I'm goin' faster and faster 
And now I'm goin' over the cliff......

Gee, I'm flyin' 
And in my car 
But cars don't fly! 
I'll crash and be killed and boy, will Dad give it to me for takin' the car 
He'll get me in the back room of the house and he'll give me what for! 
He'll say the conjunctive mood of the people stealing certainly don't designate the fact 
that other young men know better than others 
and I certainly don't know the feeling if I don't know why everything...

Next time I'll take the train...

Instead of Sunday driving!