(spoken)
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
Haulin' shine was his regular line
'til the track got in his blood


He was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot
but man, that fool could drive

Cause he loved the feel of a steering wheel
and the girls with the bedroom eyes
And in a racing tight or a bar room fight

ol' Stroker stole the show
A back street blazer and a real
hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo


(sung)
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 bringin out the yellow flag
somebody's brakes have failed
There's an oilslick on the inside

and a wreck along the rail
You better stand on it, Stroker
cause a bandit's on your tail


(spoken)
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
when you're up there against the wall

And you always know when an engine blows
that 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's wreck they'd

forget about you soon
But ol' 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


(sung)
Stroker get your dander up
this ain't no time to lag

You've got to make a lap up
if you want to 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

(spoken)

Blow their doors off, Stroker
Stand on it, Son
Ah, you good lookin' devil, you