Who doesn't know what I'm talkin' about
If ya ain't into Nascar, you're kinda left out
Just find a car and a driver of yer own
And paint the number real big on your truck and motor home

Jeff Gordon will lead, everybody else follows
Its Nemechek's fault we're under a yellow
We like the shape of the tracks out west
But ask any redneck race fan
They'll say Daytona's best

We love our
Nascar Races
Only sissies use their brakes
In the
Winston Cup chases
Less points for second place

Dale Earnhardt led 400 miles
But Rusty Wallace ended up winnin' on four new tires
But the Labontes wouldn't need more than to lead a lap
It ain't real good race, unless there's a real big wreck

We love our
Nascar Races
The deafening sounds the motors make
We sneak the
Beer by the cases
Monday Morning beer headache

The thing I don't get about these there Nascar races is these boys pull into the pits, get four new tires, a full tank of gas, an oil change, some dents knocked out and four new decals in less than fourteen seconds, but I pull into a Spiffy Lube the other day and it took dang near four hours....now what is up with that

As Mark Martin drives away his crew forgets to check the oil
He's all out Valvoline, man he blew a coil
But it didn't seem like-a that many laps ago
When swervin' Irvin came in and took out half of pit road

We love our
Nascar Races
A restrictor plate's an awful thing
In the Winston Cup chases
Richard Petty was the king
Richard Petty's still the king
Ain't nobody beatin' the king

Honey I know its your mother's birthday, I'll make it next year, just hope its not on a Sunday.

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