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-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!