He was an underdog, A no Threat, A junkie, A rookie, A wannabe,Still wet the ears, A red line just jamming his gears, those that are, and those that aint, The quickers get the stickers he was but paint, Paint, Big now we cut to the last ten laps, Here comes junior sneekin up from the 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 to door out of turn 4, He see's those and he hears that roar.
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, Your shinin a superstar baby, And the crowd wild!
He the honky-tonks, The road bars, A humdinger, A blue singer with a red guitar, his neck. Payin them by starvin to death, But he his momma everytime he come back, One of these im gonna 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 of givin but he never 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 crowd wild, shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild! Your like a superstar Your shinin like a baby, And the goes wild!
And the crowd wild! And the crowd wild, Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!