Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr.

I guess you could say Momma was a NASCAR fan
I was born in Talladega up in the stands
The fans all cheered the second I arrived
The loudspeaker said «The boy’s born to drive!»
We didn’t have money for a pacifier
So I sucked on the valve off a Goodyear tire…
A seven pound, eight ounce, son-of-the-south
Born with a taste for racing in my mouth
She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon
Earnhardt Smith… Johnson, Jr
I got my first real stock-car when I was nine
An old one Momma bought off of Geoff Bodine
The Winston Cup people said «The boy’s too young»…
'till I qualified second at Darlington
How in the world could a nine-year-old child
Hit 197 in a time trial?
The man said Momma ought to be ashamed…
«but by the way son, tell us what’s your name»?
I told 'em Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon
Earnhardt Smith… Johnson, Jr
I got a «Toys-R-Us» sponsor and a new pit-crew
Daytona loves «Little 52»
The junior-high-school girls are all cheering for me
I’m out there intimidating «Number 3»
But I ain’t got room on my cards, or my caps, or the helmet I’m driving with…
To write Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon
Earnhardt Smith… Johnson, Jr