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 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 the back of the pack, in his eyes, Wavin out the window as he passes em by, And the tension mounts, Now number two, all out of rubber and on fumes, Its to door out of turn 4, He see's those checkers and he hears roar.
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!
He the honky-tonks, The side bars, A humdinger, A blue singer 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, Then he Hit the frontin the band, Six hairs bobbin 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 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 goes wild! shinin like a superstar Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your shinin like a Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!