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NASCAR Party

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 24.09.2012

It's a NASCAR party
It's a NASCAR party

I revved up, I can't sleep
I'm finally here it's NASCAR week
My man, he qualified
He's right there at the front of the line
When those wheels start spinning 'round
There's nothing like that sound

Drivers line ?€?em up and start your engines
Can't you feel the rhythm as the crowd goes wild
It's a NASCAR party, come on and get rowdy
Everybody's waiting for the flag to come down.

Y'all know what I mean
You gotta love the sweet smell of gasoline
A cool drink, the hot sun
You and I we're gonna have some fun
From sunrise till the sun is gone
We'll be singing our song

Drivers line ?€?em up and start your engines
Can't you feel the rhythm as the crowd goes wild
It's a NASCAR party, come on and get rowdy
Everybody's waiting for the flag to come down.

It's a NASCAR party

From Daytona to Texas,
Atlanta, Bristol and Sonoma
From Charlotte to Vegas
Everywhere this party takes us

It's a NASCAR party
It's a NASCAR party

Drivers line ?€?em up and start your engines
Can't you feel the rhythm as the crowd goes wild
It's a NASCAR party, come on and get rowdy
Everybody's waiting for the flag to come down.

Drivers now it's time to start your engines
Can't you feel the rhythm as the crowd goes wild
It's a NASCAR party, come on and get rowdy
Everybody's waiting for the flag to come down.


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