Three times a boogity is said today
A green flag drops and they’re underway
Breeze from the cars and a burnt rubber aroma
Can only come from a Kansas or Daytona
They brace for race, pace and chase
In the back of their minds all the dangers they face
Make a clean pass, pick up a spot with grace
Or run them all over to gain one more place.
Out on the track it’s all about fast
Like Reese Bobby said "If you’re not first, you’re last!"
Who's out front? Denny's Fed Ex car.
But the rest of the field won’t let him get too far.
In the middle of the pack, some spins and wrecks.
Who just drove through the smoke? It's Martin Truex!
Following him through, the Dillons, Austin and Ty
And Kasey Kahne rolls through as the yellow flags fly
I watched them scream around the track and start to remember
My first race at Dover, won by Mr. September!
Racing heroes present, future and past
Like Earnhardt, Gordon, Larson and Mast
The history’s no mystery
It’s not even news
That NASCAR came to be
From those boys runnin’ booze
It's not all about the bottles now, I’m glad to report
And lo and behold, they’ve even called us a SPORT!
And back on the track things are up to form
Still setting history, seven time Champs aren’t the norm
Each lap its own battle, each week its own war
Instead of guns and tanks, we use a wrench and a car
The action heats up, the laps tick down
Who’s good enough to take Sunday’s crown?
The white flag’s showing, with one lap to go
Who’s battling out front? Kyle Busch and his bro!
Then right behind them is Jimmie and Clint
On the final lap, now we’re down to a sprint
But coming up the middle, look, it’s Jamie Mac!
Has he got enough to send the rest to the back?
Down to the inside is Joey and Brad
This might be the closest finish that we’ve ever had
And here’s comes Kenseth, and Junior as well!
The checkered flag falls! Who won? I can’t tell!
But there’s one winner hoping to start a streak
While the rest of them say “Eh, we’ll be back next week!”