Letras
I'm bearing down on the pedal tonight Took down two cars but something ain't quite right
She's using oil and she's running a bit high But we're coming up on our usual night spot
Pull in quick, throw open the hood The steam on the manifold don't look good
Let her cool off, hope nobody sees We came here for money, to this racer scene
Some punk is talking smack at the starting line Drives a little foreign job, I can beat his time
He's taking on old bettors at Four to five, beat him by two seconds, that money's mine
Nose to nose and wheel to wheel, stand on the line The time has passed for words now, it's proven time
I turn the key and thunder begins to roar I guess his engine's running, I can't hear his car
They drop a scarf, we're off the line First, second, third, fourth overdrive
Looks like my foot went through the floor That kid ain't coming back no more
Some punk is talking smack at the starting line Drives a little foreign job, I can beat his time
He's taking on all bettors at Four to five, Beat him by two seconds, that money's mine
It's done and I have won, he blew his tranny out He couldn't catch me and so he threw the high speed out
And I'll collect that money, Lord, I'm feeling fine And I'll come back here soon and race another time
Some punk is talking smack at the starting line Drives a little foreign job, I can beat his time
He's taking on all bettors at Four to five, Beat him by two seconds, that money's mine