Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engine

Tuning up for Saturday night

Be a dirt track mogul

Racing round the oval

Passing everything in sight

But come Sunday mornin we'll all pile in

And head down the road to church

Mamma in the back hangin on for dear life

Cursing brother on every curve



Number 34 painted on the doors

Flames on the fenders

STP stickers

A Hurst shifter four on the floor

The preacher shuts his eyes

Starts preying hard

When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard

The congregation roars for number 34



When brother was a baby

We knew he'd be a racer

He loved the smell of gasoline

He could say Max Dumsdy

Before Dad and Mummy

He could even say Valvoline

He took the family car to the demolition derby

When he was just fifteen

He said don't worry mamma

I'll fix it up good

Now we've got a mean machine



With number 34 painted on the doors

Flames on the fenders

STP stickers

A Hurst shifter four on the floor

Even mamma now and then gets behind the wheel

And pops second gear and makes the rubber peel

A hot mamma for sure at number 34

The preacher shuts his eyes

Starts preying hard

When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard

The congregation roars for number 34

A hot mamma for sure is number 34




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