We jumped in the Chevy, the top was down.
My feet on the dashboard, cooled by the breeze
with red painted toes and slightly bent knees.
He stepped on the gas, took off out of town.
I cranked up the music, he made a frown.
I poked him in the side; he’s such a tease.
We arrived at the track, a big race day.
The car was ready that Timmy would drive,
he strapped himself in, in a macho way.
To win a car race, is what made him thrive.
The green light flashed and his car went astray,
it happened so fast, could Timmy survive?
I’ll never forget that awful race day
'cause I never brought Timmy home alive.
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