Creeping downstairs without making a sound
Hoping and praying not to wake the old man
My dog stares straight at me and wags his tail
But its not time to walk "Just checking the mail
Nothing as yet so its back to my bed
Nothing important for me to be red
Still waiting on my track license to show
My Speedway Bike tuned and ready to go
Worked hard on the bike took my time
The gear and clutch perfectly in line
500 cc of laydown tool,
A Jawa beauty totally cool
Sun comes up so I run downstairs
Leapt the last steps like the devil may care
My heart is pounding as I opened the box
There was an envelope from Racing and Stocks
Dear Jimmy it said "We invite you for a trial"
Have you got what it takes to ride with style
The Speedway track welcomes you
The date for your try out august 22
I ran into the house and shouted out Pa
I got a trial so gonna go far
I gotta get my license or my chance will pass
You will get it my son" You can bet your ass"
2 weeks later on the tenth of July
My license arrived and I started to cry
I am ready to race and stake my place
In the team for the local speedway race
Worked hard on the bike took my time
The gear and clutch perfectly in line
500 cc of laydown tool,
A Jawa beauty totally cool
Pure methanol will help me reach speeds
Of 70 or more depending on needs
I will practice my gaiting, broadside and slides
To take the maximum points from my rides
Worked hard on the bike took my time
The gear and clutch perfectly in line
500 cc of laydown tool,
A Jawa beauty totally cool
Worked hard on the bike took my time
The gear and clutch perfectly in line
500 cc of laydown tool,
A Jawa beauty totally cool
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