The Race

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 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

I'm 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 wasn't great

He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait

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 clue

Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head

I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Fire away!

This is The Race!

Why?

Burn!

Shout!

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 wait

I 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 clue

Any track is turning but The Race is in my head

I'm 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 I'm driving

Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving

Every day and every night

Why?

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-bo