About Me
He was an underdog, a no threat, a nascar junky, a rookie, a wanna be stealouette behind the ears, a redline revver just jammin his gears
There are those that are and those that aint, the quickest get stickers, he was nothin but paint.
Well the race now we cut to the last ten laps, here comes junior sneakin up from the back of the pack, with fire in his eyes, and wavin out the window as he passes em by
The tention mounds now he's number two, all out of rubber and runnin on fumes
It's door to door outta turn four, he sees those checkers and he hears that roar!! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!
