And The Crowd Goes Wild

Ah, come on
Here we go
He was an underdog, a no threat
A Nascar junkie, a rookie, a wannabe
Still wet behind the ears
A redline revver just jammin' his gears
There are those that are
And those that ain't
The quickers get stickers
Her was nothin' but paint
Chartreuse paint
Big race, now we cut to the last ten laps
Here comes junior sneakin' up
From the back of the pack
With fire in his eyes
Wavin' out the window
As he passes them by
The tension mounts
Now he's number two
All outta rubber and runnin' on fumes
It's door to door
Outta turn four
He sees those checkers
And he hears that roar
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
You're shinin' like a superstar, baby
And the crowd goes wild
He played the honky-tonks
The road side bars
A real hum-dinger, a blue-eyes singer
With a red guitar around his neck
Payin' them dues
About starvin' to death
But he told his momma
Everytime he come back,
'One of these days I'm gonna
buy you a big, long, Cadillac
And get you outta this shack.'
Then he hit the road, frontin' the band
Six long hairs bobbin' up and down
In a Chevy van
All beat up, he did a lot of givin'
But he never gave up
Then one night he wrote a song
Made a little record, started catchin' on
Now it's coliseums, he's all the rage
The lights go down
When he hits the stage
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
You're shinin' like a superstar, baby
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
You're shinin' like a superstar, baby
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
You're shinin' like a superstar, baby
And the crowd goes wild