LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNumber 34
Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engineTuning up for Saturday nightBe a dirt track mogulRacing round the ovalPassing everything in sightBut come Sunday mornin we'll all pile inAnd head down the road to churchMamma in the back hangin on for dear lifeCursing brother on every curveNumber 34 painted on the doorsFlames on the fendersSTP stickersA Hurst shifter four on the floorThe preacher shuts his eyesStarts preying hardWhen brother cuts a donut in the church house yardThe congregation roars for number 34When brother was a babyWe knew he'd be a racerHe loved the smell of gasolineHe could say Max DumsdyBefore Dad and MummyHe could even say ValvolineHe took the family car to the demolition derbyWhen he was just fifteenHe said don't worry mammaI'll fix it up goodNow we've got a mean machineWith number 34 painted on the doorsFlames on the fendersSTP stickersA Hurst shifter four on the floorEven mamma now and then gets behind the wheelAnd pops second gear and makes the rubber peelA hot mamma for sure at number 34The preacher shuts his eyesStarts preying hardWhen brother cuts a donut in the church house yardThe congregation roars for number 34A hot mamma for sure is number 34
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