[Verse 1]

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 hotshot 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 bar room fight old Stroker stole the show

A back stretch blazer, a real hellraiser and a race track Romeo

[Bridge]

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 oilslick on the inside

And a wreck along the rail

You better stand on it, Stroker

Cause a bandit's on your tail

[Verse 2]

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 your 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 wreck they 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

[Bridge]

Stroker get your dander up

This ain't no time to lag

You've got to make a lap up

If you gonna 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

[Outro]

Blow their doors off, Stroker

Stand on it, Son

Ah, you good lookin' devil, you