Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engine
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Tuning up for Saturday night
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Be a dirt track mogul
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Racing round the oval
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Passing everything in sight
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But come Sunday mornin we'll all pile in
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And head down the road to church
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Mamma in the back hangin on for dear life
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Cursing brother on every curve
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Number 34 painted on the doors
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Flames on the fenders
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STP stickers
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A Hurst shifter four on the floor
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The preacher shuts his eyes
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Starts preying hard
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When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard
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The congregation roars for number 34
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When brother was a baby
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We knew he'd be a racer
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He loved the smell of gasoline
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He could say Max Dumsdy
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Before Dad and Mummy
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He could even say Valvoline
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He took the family car to the demolition derby
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When he was just fifteen
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He said don't worry mamma
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I'll fix it up good
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Now we've got a mean machine
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With number 34 painted on the doors
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Flames on the fenders
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STP stickers
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A Hurst shifter four on the floor
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Even mamma now and then gets behind the wheel
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And pops second gear and makes the rubber peel
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A hot mamma for sure at number 34
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The preacher shuts his eyes
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Starts preying hard
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When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard
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The congregation roars for number 34
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A hot mamma for sure is number 34
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Number 34
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Adam Brand |