Sunday Racing

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Sweet truck full of water,
Bed full of redneck drunks,
Couldn’t be any hotter,
But, it doesn’t matter cause we’re all hunks.

Loud cars whiz by.

Kid Rock playing in the background,
Passin’ around a bottle of Yeager,
As we let out howls like lovesick hounds.

Loud cars whiz by.

Loud cars goin’ fast,
As they all make a pit stop for gas.
We sit back and take it in,
Whistling at hot girls as they go by.

Loud cars whiz by.

One by one my friends go down.
Hitting the dirt,
With merry drunken frowns.

Loud cars whiz by.





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jimmy2029 said...
Nov. 4, 2010 at 9:06 am
that is kind of like what it is at fonda speedway, especially whitling at girls
 
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