Little brother in the backyard revin' up the engine   Tuning up for Saturday night   He'll be a dirt track mogul   Racing round the oval   Passing everything in sight   But come Sunday morning we’ll all pile in    And head down the road to church    Mamma in the back hangin on for dear life    Cursing brother on every curve      Number 34 painted on the doors    Flames on the fenders, STP stickers    A Hurst shifter four on the floor    The preacher shuts his eyes, starts preying hard   When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard   The congregation roars for number 34      When brother was a baby    We knew he’d be a racer    He loved the smell of gasoline    He could say Max Dumsney    Before Dad and Mummy   He could even say Valvoline   He took the family car to the demolition derby   When he was just fifteen   He said don’t worry mamma I’ll fix it up good    Now we’ve got a mean machine       With number 34 painted on the doors    Flames on the fenders, STP stickers   A Hurst shifter four on the floor    Even mamma now and then gets behind the wheel   And pops second gear and makes the rubber peel   A hot mamma for sure at number 34      The preacher shuts his eyes, Starts preying hard   When brother cuts a doughy in the church house yard    The congregation roars for number 34   A hot mamma for sure is number 34