Pole position is the aim
Giving my all is the Game
Cutting corners and opening up
The straight line speed will win the Cup
Playing Eff one sounds on the way to the track
My heart beats faster to Fleetwood Mac
The race crew ready in the pit lane
Singing along to Mac and the Chain
Running through the shadows singing together
The smell of petrol fumes and burning leather
Leaving the pit for a practice lap
Make up the time yeah decrease that Gap
Pole position is the aim
Giving my all is the Game
A laurel leaf hung around my neck
Before the day a physical wreck
These Formula ones like lightning Bolts
Gleaming and sleek just like Colts
The Horse Power of these machines
will take me far beyond My dreams
The turbo engine tort and tight
The Aerofoil resisting flight
Cutting corners and opening up
The straight line speed will win the Cup
Aerodynamic close to tar
A wonderful sight a Supercar
All a Driver wants is to win or place
When the checkered flag waves end of race
2 Tire 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
Pole position is the aim
Giving my all is the Game
Cutting corners and opening up
The straight line speed will win the Cup
The plan is always build a gap
With tenths of seconds every lap
If a Yellow flag slows me down
It might mean I'll lose my crown
The final lap is within sight
The apex corner makes me fight
These tyres lose grip on every turn
The Rubber is slick but starts to burn
The pit crew radio says to slow down
But I wont respond or lose my crown
The Checkered Flag ends the race
And I slow down to take my place
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
Waving to the crowd on my victory lap
I will wear the Laurel and Grande Pree Cap
Pole position is the aim
Giving my all is the Game
Cutting corners and opening up
My straight line speed just won the Cup
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