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 those that are, and those aint, The quickers get the he was nothin but paint, Paint, Big race now we cut to the ten laps, comes 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 he's two, all out of rubber and on fumes, Its to door out of turn 4, He see's checkers and he hears that roar.
And the crowd wild! And the crowd 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 told his momma he come back, One of these days im gonna buy you a big cadillac, And get you out of shack, Then he Hit the road 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 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, Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your shinin like a Your shinin like a baby, And the crowd wild!
And the crowd wild! And the goes wild, Your like a superstar baby, And the crowd wild! Your like a superstar shinin like a superstar baby, And the goes wild!