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 quickers get the 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 tension mounts, Now 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 goes wild! And the goes wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!
He the honky-tonks, The side bars, A humdinger, A eyed singer 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 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 but he never gave up, And then one night he a song, Made a little record started on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go He hits the stage,
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild! shinin like a superstar Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild! Your like a superstar shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!