Shout! (Shout!)Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Count on me I'm gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dongNow shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to southNot any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me madTime is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its wayAnother sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't waitAre you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me madFire 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 wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't waitI need this race!Are you ever gonna push me, let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clueAny track is turning but The Race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me madFire away!
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on its wayThis 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 CaliforniaOn the fast lane of the street I'm driving
Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving
Every day and every nightWhy?
I need this race!Count on me, I'm gonna win The Race
Count on me, I'm gonna win The Race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dongShut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to south
Shut the door, keep down to southRace in my head!