Monday, December 10, 2007

the 1988 daytona five hundred

(to the song “we’re an american band” by grand funk railroad)



de-but of res-tric-tor plates

slow-est pole since se-ven-ty-eight

“bee-one bom-ber” won the clash

thurs-day, the king wrecked, so he is in the back

rick wil-son - fought knee pain

d.w.’s twin - led the whole thang

ro-bert yates’ crew - worked all night

they fixed some damage, did they win, uh no, not quite:

da-vey can’t get ‘round his dad

boy, what a bat-tle they had!

watch rich-ard pe-tty fly

no brok-en bones this time

great news, ‘cause that sure looked bad!

(instrumental)

mark mar-tin’s roush car, the eng-ine blew

con-nie say-lor spun out, then out his wind-shield flew

such a shame, flat’s to blame, yar-borough is out

gant ran near the front, but then wrecked out some-how

well, neil and buddy, they sure look fast

earn-hardt’s near the lead, had a tire go flat

dar-rell

wal-trip moved - watch him re-bound

but the al-a-ba-ma gang got back a-round:

da-vey can’t get ‘round his dad

boy, what a bat-tle they had!

watch rich-ard pe-tty fly

no brok-en bones this time

great news, ‘cause that sure looked bad!

the lead the all-i-sons grabbed

davey just lost by a tad

first time since in six-ty

with rich-ard pet-ty and lee

that a son followed his dad!

(Ken Squier’s call over instrumental)
“The Alabama Gang has conquered the Daytona 500! Bobby Allison in first, his son, Davey, in second. What a tremendous family performance in this, the 30th Running of the Great American Race!”

da-vey can’t get ‘round his dad

boy, what a bat-tle they had!

watch rich-ard pe-tty fly

no brok-en bones this time

great news, ‘cause that sure looked bad!

da-vey can’t get ‘round his dad

boy, what a bat-tle they had!

watch rich-ard pe-tty fly

no brok-en bones this time

great news, ‘cause that sure looked bad!

da-vey can’t get ‘round his dad

boy, what a bat-tle they had!

da-vey can’t get ‘round his dad—
Posted by Brock Beard :: 5:42 PM :: ---------------------------------------