He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red line revver just his gears, Theres those that are, and those aint, The quickers get the he was nothin but paint, Paint, Big race now we cut to the ten laps, comes junior sneekin up from the back 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 and runnin on fumes, Its door to door out of 4, He see's those checkers and he that 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 eyed with a red guitar, his neck. Payin them dues by to death, But he told his momma he come back, One of these days im gonna buy you a big cadillac, And get you out of shack, Then he Hit the road the band, Six long bobbin 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 catchin on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The go down He hits the stage,
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your shinin 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 a superstar Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!