He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red line just 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 sneekin up from the of the pack, Fire in his eyes, 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 door out of 4, He see's those checkers and he that roar.
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!
He the honky-tonks, The road bars, A humdinger, A blue singer with a red guitar, his neck. Payin them dues by to death, But he told his everytime he come back, One of these days im buy you a big long cadillac, And get you out of shack, Then he Hit the frontin the band, Six long hairs up and down, In a big old van all up, He did alot of givin but he never up, And then one night he a song, Made a record started catchin on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The go down He hits the stage,
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your shinin a superstar Your like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild! Your shinin like a shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!