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Sports of america, i m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad, count on me i m gonna win the race
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do, he didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong, i need this race
room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
now shut the door keep down to south
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on a hot sunny afternoon here in california, room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong, time is running out another day is on it s way
any track is turning but the race is in my head
Race in my head, shut the door keep down to south, not any track is turning but the race is in my head
He didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait, count on me i m gonna win the race
He didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait, time is running out and the illusion fades away
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head, this is the race, time is running out and the illusion fades away
On the fast lane of the street i m driving, he didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait Yello, i m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
not any track is turning but the race is in my head
This is the race, shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south, time is running out another day is on it s way, room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Sports of america, not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad, give me the race
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on a hot sunny afternoon here in california, count on me i m gonna win the race
On the fast lane of the street i m driving, not any track is turning but the race is in my head
Sports of america, shut the door keep down to south, race in my head
i need this race
any track is turning but the race is in my head
time is running out and the illusion fades away
shut the door keep down to south
this is the race
Shut the door keep down to south, room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Shut the door keep down to south, not any track is turning but the race is in my head, shut the door keep down to south
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on a hot sunny afternoon here in california, i m arriving, another sun was shining and he knew he wasn t great
time is running out and the illusion fades away
Good afternoon, now shut the door keep down to south
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do, he didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait, not any track is turning but the race is in my head
Give me the race, give me the race
Time is running out another day is on it s way, time is running out another day is on it s way
This is the race, room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong Yello, not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I need this race, time is running out and the illusion fades away
I m arriving, time is running out another day is on it s way, on the fast lane of the street i m driving
another sun was shining and he knew he wasn t great
i need this race
i need it and i m ready and i haven t got a clue
I m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad, i need this race The, now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south, another sun was shining and he knew he wasn t great
i need it and i m ready and i haven t got a clue
time is running out and the illusion fades away
on the fast lane of the street i m driving
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do, count on me i m gonna win the race
Shut the door keep down to south, time is running out another day is on it s way
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head, time is running out and the illusion fades away, i m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong, time is running out and the illusion fades away, room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
This is billy mckloski from palm springs reporting for nbc, count on me i m gonna win the race, ladies and gentlemen
Sports of america, are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
He didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait, shut the door keep down to south The, on the fast lane of the street i m driving
He didn t ever talk about he knew he couldn t wait, shut the door keep down to south
I m attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad, count on me i m gonna win the race The, time is running out another day is on it s way
give me the race
count on me i m gonna win the race
I need this race, shut the door keep down to south Race, shut the door keep down to south
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on a hot sunny afternoon here in california, shut the door keep down to south Yello, another sun was shining and he knew he wasn t great
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head, i m arriving
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong, not any track is turning but the race is in my head, i need this race
time is running out another day is on it s way
