Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Driver, artist - The Corries. Album song The Lads Among The Heather Vol.2, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: GB
Song language: English
Sunday Driver |
Well I’ve been a Sunday driver noo for many’s a happy year |
And I’ve never had my Morris Minor oot o' second gear |
I can drive at fifty miles an hoor on motorway or track |
With me wife up front beside me and her mother in the back |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
And Auntie Jean |
In a crowd of fifty trippers you can always pick me oot |
By my Don’t blame me, I voted Tory sticker on the boot |
Wi' my bunch of heather stickin' in ma radiator grille |
And me stick-on transfer bullet holes and licence for tae kill |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
And Auntie Peg |
I’ve a hundred plastic pennants for to tell you where I’ve been |
And my steering wheel is clad in simulated leopard-skin |
Up front fae the drivin' mirror hangs a plastic skeleton |
And in the back a dog wi' eyes that flicker off and on! |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
And Auntie May |
I always drive as though my foot was restin' on the brake |
And I weave aboot the road just so’s ye cannae overtake |
I can get ye sae frustrated that ye’ll finish up in tears |
And the sound of blarin' motor horns is music to my ears! |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
And Auntie Liz |
Now if ye wonder how these weekly trips I can afford |
It’s because I’m on a stipend from the Scottish Tourist Board |
You’re supposed tae enjoy the scenery, the finest of it’s kind |
And that is why I have a convoy followin' behind! |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
And Auntie Rose |
There’s just no way of escaping me, no matter how ye seek |
For the simple fact that I’m a traffic warden through the week |
I’m boostin' my efficiency, and here’s my master plan |
I’m savin' up my pennies for to buy a Caravan |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
And Auntie Gertrude |
There was me and my daddy and my daddy’s mammy |
And her sister’s Granny and four of her chums |
Yer gaun too fast |