Dragstrip Wildman [MFS Version] Lyrics

This song goes out to The Daggers, The Slackers, The Twisters, The Hellbent Hoods, The Sires, The Suicide Kings, The Choppers, The Shifters, The Squires, The Destiny Killers, The Nasty Jacks, The Lonely Kings, and The Hellbound Rides...

Well the word out on the street is Saturday night's drag meet.
Yeah, all the car clubs, they'll be there
And them girls with the beehive hair.
Well maybe I'll be one mile south,
I'm a dragstrip wildman.

You know the cops, they'll be there to enforce
All the rules of the road, of course.
But we don't pay no mind,
Cause we're the reckless kind.
Yeah we're all, we're all dragstrip wildmen, ain't we fellas?

This song also goes out to The Orphans, The Deacons, The Dukes, and The Pharaohs...

The smell of oil and rubber fills the air
And man, I ain't got no cares
Cause me and pops, we got this flathead Ford
Oh you better pray before you climb aboard
Oh well she red hot and she full of juice
And I'm a dragstrip wildman

Well now I'm on starting line
Well that trophys as good as mine
The flag drops, so I slam her in gear
I'm burnin' rubber and there's smoke in my mirror
Eat my dust, motherfucker, I'm a dragstrip wildman!

Yah put your foot in it!

I'll take that pink slip, shithead...