After two thousand came two thousand and one   To be the new champions, we were there for to run   From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey   And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way      Was at Phoenix in the morning, I had a wake-up call   She went around without a warning, put me in the wall   I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae   And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May      Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn   I climbed a mountain to qualify, I went flat through the turns   But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died   And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried      Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile   And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle   Then it was on to Portland Oregon for the G.I. Joe   And I'd blown off almost everyone when I my motor let go      New England, Ontario we died in the dirt   Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto, they hurt   So we came to Road America where we burned up at the lake   But at the speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake