That's Racin' - The Association

I was born with a silver wheel in my mouth

And when I got old enough I drove it south

Down to the dirt tracks to get a start

I didn’t know a lot about racin'

But I talked the part

And they said «Put your wheels where your mouth is, boy»

So I moved right on up to a fifty dollar car

With a few thousand more, I knew I’d be a star

With a hocked up, propped up, clunky wreck

I knew it wasn’t much, but it was racin'

And I said «Daytona, you’re next»

Well, I ate dust and bad food, drank from a jar

When things got bad I even slept in that car

With a drip pan, dirty nails and grease in the hair

I knew it wasn’t much, but it was racin'

But I didn’t know where

And I still don’t

I’ve been a pit man, a flag man, a gas man, a tow man

Many a man just to run a car

I haven’t had a run of luck to get me far

I know it ain’t much, but it’s racin'

And someday I’m gonna be a star

I could sing a long song about me and that sport

But I got me a ride so I’ll cut it short

Just don’t call me crazy 'til you’ve tried it out

Dirts of Daytona, it’s racin'

That’s what it’s all about

Alright, boys, let’s roll it on out

Ah, that’s a pretty machine

I think I’d even steal for that car