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stroker ace was born to race had a mean streak two feet wide a son of a gun with a taste of fun and more than his share of pride take a dirt road curve with with the devils nerve and make the car dance across the mud and all that shine was the regular line 'til the track got in his blood he was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot but man that boy could drive 'cause he loved that feel of the stearing wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes. And a race any time or a bar room fight ol' Stroker stole the show a back streached blazer a real hell raiser and a race track Romeo Mama lock your daughters up that wild bunch is back in town and them little girls get friskey when they hear that racecar sound their bringin out that yellow flag somebodys breaks have failed there's a oil slick on the inside and a wreck on the rail better stand on the stroker cause a bandits on your tail its a down right joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan but you gotta hang tough and it gets real rough when your out there on your own cause they will push you around and knock you down and they'll shove you up against the wall and you always know when the engin blows that a man cant win 'em all you can push that car just a little too far any sunday afternoon and if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck they'll forget about you soon but old Stroker Ace was born to race and it was worth all the tryin' just to drink champaine the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine Stroker get your dander up this aint no time to lag you got to make a lap up if your gonna take that checkerd flag Number 10 is closing in to even up the score its time to wave bye bye and put the petel on the board You better stand on the Stroker cause your blowin' off their doors blow they're doors off storker... stand on 'em son... You good lookin' devil you... |