He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red revver just jamming his gears, Theres those that are, and those aint, The get the stickers he was nothin but paint, Paint, Big race now we cut to the ten laps, Here comes junior sneekin up the back of the pack, in his eyes, Wavin out the window as he passes em by, And the tension mounts, Now he's two, all out of rubber and on fumes, Its door to out of turn 4, He see's those checkers and he hears roar.
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the goes wild!
He the honky-tonks, The road bars, A humdinger, A eyed singer with a red guitar, his neck. Payin dues by starvin to death, But he his momma everytime he come back, One of these days im gonna buy you a big cadillac, And get you out of shack, Then he Hit the frontin the band, Six long bobbin up and down, In a big old van all up, He did alot of givin but he never up, And then one he wrote a song, Made a little record started on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go He hits the stage,
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the goes wild! shinin like a superstar Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the goes wild! Your shinin a superstar Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!