The Corries – The Sunday Driver (Guitar)

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Well, I've been a Sunday driver noo for many's a happy year,

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I've never had my Morris Minor oot o' second gear.

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I can drive at fifty miles an hour on motorway or track,

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with me wife up front beside me and her mother in the back.

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, and Auntie Jean.

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In a crowd of fifty trippers you can always pick me oot,

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by my “Don't blame me, I voted Tory” sticker on the boot,

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wi' my bunch of heather stickin' from my radiator grille,

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and me stick-on transfer bullet holes and licence for tae kill.

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, and Auntie Peg.

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I've a hundred plastic pennants just to show you where I've been,

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my steering wheel is clad in simulated leopard-skin.

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Up front fae the drivin' mirror hangs a plastic skeleton,

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and in the back a dog wi' eyes that flicker off and on !

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, and Auntie Lee.

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Well, I always drive as though my foot was restin' on the brake,

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I weave aboot the road just so's ye cannae overtake.

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I can get ye sae frustrated that ye'll finish up in tears,

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and the sound of blarin' motor horns is music to my ears !

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, and Auntie Liz.

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Now, if ye wonder how these weekly trips I can afford,

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it's because I'm on a stipend from the Scottish Tourist Board.

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You're supposed tae enjoy the scenery, the finest of it's kind,

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and that is why I have a convoy followin' behind !

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, and Auntie Rose.

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There's just no way of escaping me, no matter how ye seek,

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for the simple fact that I'm a traffic warden through the week.

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I'm boostin' my efficiency, and here's my master plan :

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I'm savin' up my pennies just to buy a Caravan.

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, and Auntie Gertrude.

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There was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy,

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and her sister's Granny and four of her chums, “Yer gaun too fast”.