He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red line revver jamming his gears, Theres those are, and those that aint, The quickers get the stickers he was but paint, Paint, Big now we cut to the last ten laps, Here comes junior up from the back of the pack, Fire in his eyes, out the window as he passes em by, And the mounts, Now he's number two, all out of rubber and on fumes, Its to door out of turn 4, He those checkers and he hears that roar.
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
He the honky-tonks, The side bars, A humdinger, A blue eyed with a red guitar, his neck. Payin dues by starvin to death, But he told his momma he come back, One of days im gonna buy you a big long cadillac, And get you out of shack, he Hit the road frontin the band, Six long hairs up and down, In a big old van all up, He did alot of givin but he gave up, And then one night he a song, Made a little started catchin on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go down He the stage,
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your shinin like a Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!