When he turned 18
there was only one thing
That he'd think about all the time
With a scoop on the hood
and a thundering roar,
When you power shift overdrive
Up on the hill
with a head full of dreams,
"That'll be me one day"
When the chequered flag
would bring 'em all home,
This is what the kid would say

Now he's 25 got his own car,
No. 1 painted on the side
He may be young and he may be small,
But you ought to see him drive
Tearing it up through Conrod straight,
Tyres chirpin' every gear,
If you listen close
to what the kid's got to say,
This is what you're gonna hear
keep up
Man I'd like to see you try, I'll have my pedal
to the metal my claw to the floor
And I'm always out sight, Now I got my wheels
And I won't even wave goodbye
(And this is me waving goodbye)