Stroker`s Theme Lyrics

Stroker`s Theme lyrics

Stroker Ace was born to race 

 He had a mean streak two 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 a devils nerve 

 Make a car dance across the mud 

 And haulin shine was his regular line till the track got in his blood 

 Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive 

 Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with bedroom eyes


 And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol Stroker stole the show 

 A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo 

 

 Mama lock your daughters up 

 That vile bunch is back in town 

 And them little girls get frisky when they hear that racecar sound 

 Theyre bringing out the yellow flag; somebodys brakes have failed 

 Theres an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail 

 Youd better stand on it Stroker cause a bandits on your tail 

 

 Its a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan 

 But youve gotta hang tough when it gets real rough when youre out there on
your own 

 Cause theyll push you down, theyll knock you down, theyll shove you up against
the wall 

 And you always know when the engine blows that a man cant win em all 

 You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon 

 And if youd break your neck in some damn fool wreck theyd forget about you
soon 

 But Ol Stroker Ace was born to race 

 And its worth all the trying 

 Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine


 

 Stroker get your dander up this aint no time to laugh 

 Youve got to make the lap up if youre gonna take that checkered flag 

 Number 10 is closin in to even up the score 

 Its time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor 

 Youd better stand on it Stroker cause your blowin off their doors 

 

 Blow their doors off Stroker 

 

 Stand on it, son 

 

 Ahh, you good lookin devil you