Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a fifty-seven Chevrolet
Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta Alabam'
Oh, the demolition derby and the figure-eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the Man in Oklahoma City
With a five-hundred gallon tank
Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a fifty-seven Chevrolet
Yeah, Roy's so cool, that racin' fool
He don't know what fear's about.
He do a hundred-thirty mile an hour, smilin' at the camera
With a tooth pick in his mouth.
He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin' for that dirt track demon
In a fifty-seven Chevrolet
Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a fifty-seven Chevrolet
