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 that are, and those aint, The quickers get the he was nothin but paint, Paint, Big now we cut to the last ten laps, Here comes sneekin up from the back of the pack, Fire in his eyes, Wavin out the window as he em by, And the tension mounts, Now number two, all out of rubber and on fumes, Its door to door out of 4, He see's those checkers and he hears roar.
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
He the honky-tonks, The road bars, A humdinger, A blue eyed singer a red guitar, his neck. Payin them dues by 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, he Hit the road frontin 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 record started catchin on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go down He 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 a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
And the goes 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!