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 up from the back of the pack, in his eyes, Wavin out the window as he passes 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 checkers and he hears that roar.
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
He the honky-tonks, The side bars, A humdinger, A blue eyed with a red guitar, his neck. Payin dues by starvin 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 hairs bobbin 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 record started on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go He hits the stage,
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the goes wild! shinin like a superstar Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!
And the goes wild! And the crowd wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!