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One, two
One, two, three
Well, his name is Johnny Jr., but his friends call him Hot Rod
And he's rummagin' through an old Ford graveyard
He's a dirt track demon, don't care what you say
And he's workin' on a plan to blow 'em all away
Yeah
He got a last-minute sponsor from the Catfish Cafe
Got drunk and hauled it down to Kentucky Motor Speedway
But he was too coked up to wait for the starting flag
So he flipped 'em all off with the "So long, fags"
Let's go
Alright
Well, he crashed through the wall when he blew out a tire
Took out the first row, caused the section to set on fire
When they pulled him from the wreckage, he's starin' at the inner wing
They said, "No, you stupid boy, you just fucked up again"
Yeah
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