(spoken)  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  Haulin' shine was his regular line  'til the track got in his blood    He was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot  but man, that fool could drive  Cause he loved the feel of a steering wheel   and the girls with the bedroom eyes  And in a racing tight or a bar room fight  ol' Stroker stole the show  A back street blazer and a real   hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo    (sung)  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 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    (spoken)  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  when you're up there against the wall  And you always know when an 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's wreck they'd   forget about you soon  But ol' 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    (sung)  Stroker get your dander up   this ain't no time to lag  You've got to make a lap up   if you want 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    (spoken)  Blow their doors off, Stroker   Stand on it, Son   Ah, you good lookin' devil, you    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN