Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy He, too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say, “Baby" He got another one that just say, "Hey" But every Sunday afternoon He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy He's the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin' 'shine outta Alabam'
Oh, The Demolition Derby and The Figure Eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin' from the man In Oklahoma City with a 500 gallon tank
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy He, too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby" He got another one that just say, "Hey" And Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet
Yeah, Roy so cool, that racin' fool He don't know what fear's about He do a 130 mile an hour smilin' at the camera With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home, name of 'Dixie Dawn' But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear 'em screamin' For that dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy He, too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby" He got another one that just say, "Hey" But every Sunday afternoon He is a dirt track demon in a '57 ChevroletTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
