He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red revver 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, comes junior sneekin up from the back of the pack, Fire in his eyes, Wavin out the as he passes em by, And the tension mounts, Now he's 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 crowd wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd 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 his momma everytime he come back, One of these days im gonna buy you a big cadillac, And get you out of shack, he Hit the road frontin the band, Six long hairs up and down, In a big old van all up, He did of givin but he never gave up, And then one night he a song, Made a little started catchin on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go down He the stage,
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the goes wild! Your like a superstar Your shinin like a baby, And the goes wild!
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild! Your shinin like a Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!