Pole Position

Playing F1  sounds on the way to the track

My heart beats along to Fleetwood Mac

The race crew working in the pit lane

Banging spanners to Mac and the Chain

Running through every possible test

Petroleum fumes and the rest

Keeping tyres warm for the practice lap

We need to better our speed "Decrease that gap

For grid position is the aim

Cutting corners is our game

I will give my heart and soul

Yeah lets hope we can achieve pole

Pole position is the aim for us

Aint no time to shout and cuss

When race day comes all they want for the kid

Is Pole position on the starting grid

I need to loosen my stiff neck

Starting to look like a physical wreck

These Formula ones are like lightning Bolts

Gleaming and sleek just like Colts

The Horse Power of these machines

can take me far beyond my dreams

V 6  turbo engine tort and tight

The Aerofoil resisting flight

Cutting corners and opening up

My straight line speed will fire me up

The milli seconds are coming off

Chicane tarmac just a little rough

Pole position is the aim for us

Aint no time to shout and cuss

When race day comes all they want for the kid

Is Pole position on the starting grid

The Apex corner into the straight

Is so dam fast and may seal my fate

Aerodynamic close to the tar

A wonderful sight in a Supercar

We'll be on slicks right from the start

Praying weather holds Yeah cross my heart

Our Teams pit crew have done their best

To balance the car and pass all test

All a Driver wants is to win or place

When the checkered flag waves end of race

A Podium spot is the biggest thrill

Worth every screech and tyre squeal

Pole position is the aim for us

Aint no time to shout and cuss

When race day comes all they want for the kid

Is Pole position on the starting grid

2 Tyre stops are the plan to start

If the weather holds and plays its part

Starting on slicks and hope they last

Under heavy braking but cant get passed

My plan is always build a gap

Maybe half a second every lap

If a Yellow flag should slow me down

It might mean I'll lose my crown

The final lap is within sight

That apex corner makes me fight

These tires lose grip on every turn

The Rubber is slick but starts to burn

The pit crew radio saying slow down

But I wont respond as podium bound

The Checkered Flag waves end of race

 I Punch the air and take my place

Another Win under my belt

We used the cards we had been dealt

The car and crew were on fire

2 point 8 secs to change those tyres

On the podium I take a bow

Shake champagne all over now

The crowd applaud the perfect chase

And the fastest Driver in the G.P race