It really was a meeting   The bottle took a beating   The ladies of the manor   Watched me climb into my car and I was   Going down the track about a hundred and five   They had the stopwatch rolling   I had the headlights blazing I was really alive   And yet my mind was blowing   I drank a bottle of tequila and I felt real good   But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn   I went off exploring   I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it   I was turning the tires burning   The ground was in my sky   I was laughing the bitch was trashed   And death was in my eye      I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way   I had the wheels in motion   There was Peter and the Greenfly laughing like drains   Inebriation   The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch   In my imagination   But at the canal turn I hit an oily patch   Inebriation      Ooh Mr. Miracle, you saved me from some pain   I thank you Mr. Miracle, I won't get trashed again   Ooh, can you hear my lies   Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes      So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again   But there was no tequila   Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains   'Cause there was no tequila   And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill   We began to roll   And as we got trashed we were laughing still   Oh bless my soul