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 that are, and those that aint, The get the stickers he was nothin 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, Wavin out the window as he em by, And the mounts, Now he's number two, all out of and runnin on fumes, Its door to out of turn 4, He see's those and he hears that roar.
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!
He the honky-tonks, The side bars, A humdinger, A blue eyed singer a red guitar, his neck. Payin them by starvin to death, But he told his momma everytime he back, One of these days im gonna buy you a big cadillac, And get you out of shack, he Hit the road frontin the band, Six long bobbin up and down, In a big old van all up, He did alot of but he never gave up, And then one he wrote a song, Made a little record catchin on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go He hits the stage,
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!