Shout! Shout!
Count on me Im gonna win The Race
Count on me Im gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
Im attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasnt great
He didnt ever talk about he knew he couldnt wait
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and Im ready and I havent got a clue
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
Im attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
This is The Race!
Why? Why?
Burn! Burn!
Shout! Shout!
Lies! Lies!
Give me The Race!
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasnt great
He didnt ever talk about he knew he couldnt wait
I need this race!
Are you ever gonna push me, let me run and let me do
I need it and Im ready and I havent got a clue
Any track is turning but The Race is in my head
Im attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its way
This is The Race!
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC Sports of America
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first Formula race on a hot
Sunny afternoon here in California
On the fast lane of the street Im driving
Sometimes, somewhere, Im arriving
Every day and every night
Why?
I need this race!
Count on me, Im gonna win The Race
Count on me, Im gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Race in my head!