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 those that are, and those aint, The quickers get the stickers he was but paint, Paint, Big now we cut to the last ten laps, Here 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 number two, all out of and runnin on fumes, Its door to door out of 4, He see's those and he hears that roar.
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the goes 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 these days im buy you a big long 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 one night he wrote a song, Made a little record started on, Now its Collusiums, all the rage, The lights go down He the stage,
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the goes wild! Your like a superstar Your shinin like a baby, And the goes wild!
And the goes wild! And the goes wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!