He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red revver just jamming his gears, those that are, and those that aint, The get the stickers he was nothin but paint, Paint, Big race now we cut to the ten laps, Here comes sneekin up from the back of the pack, in his eyes, Wavin out the window as he passes 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 those checkers and he hears that roar.
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, shinin like 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 them 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 road 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 he wrote a song, Made a little record started on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go down He the stage,
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! shinin like a superstar Your shinin a superstar baby, And the goes wild!
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild! Your shinin like a Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!