If this doesn't turn you on, folks, you haven't got a switch
On and on to speed, we're on to the national capital of speed
Sit down and hang on, here come the Dirt Track Cowboys
Just *** yourself here, hang on for the ride
Dirt's gonna fly, the ground's gonna shake tonight
You don't have to look far
Cause it's right here in your backyard
There's a hundred tracks across our land
They call home this fearless band of Dirt Track
Dirt Track Cowboys
Dirt Track Cowboys
Mud slinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal of the wind
Dirt Track Cowboys
There ain't nothing like
A big angry field
Tearing down a backstreet
With a wheel
Who's got a big V8
Underneath that hood
When the lights go green
The bushes gonna scream
The wildest boys you'll ever have seen
They're dirty boys
Dirt Track
Dirt Track Cowboys
Dirt Track Cowboys
Mud slinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal of the wind
Dirt Track Cowboys
Gary Rush, the living legend of sprint car racing
Fires his 700-horse bouncing shooter down the back straight
Pushes the cushion as he chases on the tail of the World Series
And Skip Jackson
Adrian Pace

Mark Rook
Tandle
And Kelly Linnegan
Oh yeah!
Here come the big win-wings
Flash Flap
Here's the boss of the sprint car bullring
The Bumpery Bull and Ron Krickey
Faking a check on the final corner
Krickey smokes him
Oh yeah!
That one's for the boys
Dirt Track Cowboys
Mud slinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal of the wind
Dirt Track Cowboys
Dirt Track Cowboys
Mud slinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal of the wind
Dirt Track Cowboys
Dirt Track Cowboys
Dirt Track Cowboys
Oh yeah!