Stroker's Theme

Stroker Ace was born to race
 He had a mean streak ten feet wide
 A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride
 Take a dirt road curve with the devil's nerve and make a car dance across the mud
 Hauling shine was his regular line 'til the track got in his blood
 Was a real hot shot, and he bragged a lot, but man, that fool could drive
 'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with the bedroom eyes
 And in a racing tide or a barroom fight, old Stroker stole the show
 A backstretch blazer, a real hell-raiser, and a racetrack Romeo
 Mama, lock your daughters up
 That wild bunch is back in town
 And them little girls get frisky
 When they hear that racecar sound
 They're bringin' out the yellow flag
 Somebody's brakes have failed
 There's an oil slick on the inside
 And a wreck along the rail
 You better stand on it, Stroker
 Cause a bandit's on your tail
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 It's a downright joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
 But you gotta hang tough, and it gets real rough when you're out there on your own
 Cause they'll push you around, they'll knock you down; they'll shove ya up against the wall
 And you always know when an engine blows and a man can't win 'em all
 You could push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
 And if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck, they'll forget about you soon
 But old Stroker Ace was born to race, and it's worth all the trying
 Just to drink champagne in the Victory Lane and to hear that concrete whine
 Stroker, get your dander up
 This ain't no time to lag
 You've got to make a lap up
 If you gonna take that checkered flag
 Number ten is closin' in to even up the score
 It's time to wave bye-bye and put the pedal on the floor
 You better stand on it, Stroker
 Cause you're blowin' off their doors
 Blow their doors off, Stroker
 Stand on it, son
 Ah, you good-lookin' devil, you