Letras
Well, they all stand up as he idles by
Gonna cheer him on for the record try
The best rails here from every state now
Everyone knows the competition's great now
Record run, record run
Record run, record run
All the kids come out just to see
A new track record and a low E.T
With bourbon smoke, there's nothing any greater
Trophy always goes to the top eliminator
Record run, record run
Record run, record run
The tree is green, there isn't any doubt
The palm of the sea and asphalt white
Our fake chrome slats catch flame in the sun
Tacking up his engine for his last run
Record run, record run
Record run, record run
The smell of nitro fills the air now
The smoke of rubber is everywhere now
Everyone knew he'd do it again
Because he always tries to win
Record run, record run
Record run, record run
Record run