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feat linda jo parody of rockstar by nickelback earl wayne - nascar (feat. linda jo) (parody of rockstar by nickelback) - earl wayne lyrics

i must be out of my mind,
for just finding myself in.
lines that seem to me to have no end,
just to be a spectator,
when i can drive ever bit as good as them.

so what you want?

i want a daytona trophy,
that sits on my shelf.
right next to the brick,
that i won myself.
and not just because they rigged those races for me.

tell me what you need.

i need to drink my beer,
right from the can.
cause when i crush it,
i feel just like a man.
and i like to impress those girls any way that i can.

you always do.

i want a trailer truck,
that hauls my car.
a sponsor big enough,
for a racing star.
and any old number at all would just fine with me.

so how you gonna get it?

i’m gonna trade this beer belly for a racing suit,
and a trophy big enough to be a good spittoon.

the only time i pit is to change my snuff,
look at myself in the mirror and let others catch up.

well, hey – hey i want to drive a nascar,
hey – hey i want to drive a nascar,

i want to be great like junior,
without the h-ssles.
if you ain’t trading paint,
you ain’t racing you -ssholes.
keep your racetrack rush hour cause i came here to win. yes i did.

that’s how to do it.

well you can keep your gold diggers,
cause i don’t need them.
just a girl with two bouncing tickets to heaven,
and my name and number
plastered on her t-shirt.

so how you gonna get me?

i’m gonna trade this beer belly for a racing suit,
and a trophy big enough to be a good spittoon.

cause i really just want to be a racing star,
screaming round that track p-ssing all those cars.
the girls come easy as the trophies i reap,
oh how i wish those cars they had a back seat.
well i show those slow fools how they should drive,
when i blow right past and i leave them behind.
the only time i pit is to change my snuff,
look at myself in the mirror and let others catch up.
and i sign autographs after the race,
sell lots of merchandise and get choppered away.
i’ll be the speed daddy all the girls do adore,
just a hot rod lover that they’re all begging for.
well, hey – hey i want to drive a nascar.

i’m gonna drive that car as fast as i can,
know all the trophy girls with their sprayed on tans.
you’d think i was hauling shine across the county line,
the way i’m driving and having just a good old time.

well i really just want to be a racing star,
screaming round that track p-ssing all those cars.
the girls come easy cause the trophies i reap,
oh how i wish those cars they had a back seat.
well i show those slow fools how they should drive,
when i blow right past and i leave them behind.
the only time i pit is to change my snuff,
look at myself in the mirror and let others catch up.
and i sign autographs after the race,
sell lots of merchandise and get choppered away.
you know i am the speed daddy all the girls do adore,
just a hot rod lover that they’re all begging for yeah.

oh i love driving nascar.

yes, thank you god,
for nascar.

- feat linda jo parody of rockstar by nickelback earl wayne lyrics

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