[Verse 1]
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
Hauling 'shine was his regular line 'til the
Track got in his blood
Was a real hotshot and he bragged a lot
But man, that fool could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel
And the girls with the bedroom eyes
And in a racing tide or a bar room fight old Stroker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hellraiser and a race track Romeo
[Bridge]
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're 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
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
Hauling 'shine was his regular line 'til the
Track got in his blood
Was a real hotshot and he bragged a lot
But man, that fool could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel
And the girls with the bedroom eyes
And in a racing tide or a bar room fight old Stroker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hellraiser and a race track Romeo
[Bridge]
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're 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
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