Shout
(Shout)
Count on me I
Count on me I
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I
(I need this race!)
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn
He didn
(I need this race!)
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?
I need it and I
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I
(I need the race!)
(Fire away)
(This is the race)
(Why?)
(Why?)
(Burn)
(Burn)
(Shout)
(Shout)
(Lies)
(Lies)
(Give me the race!)
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn
He didn
(I need this race!)
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?
I need it and I
Any track is turning but the race is in my head
I
(I need the race!)
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it
(This is the race!)
(Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen)
(This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs reporting for NBC Sports of America)
(Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on a hot sunny afternoon here in California)
On the fast lane of the street I
Sometimes, somewhere, I
Every day and every night
(Why?)
(I need this race!)
Count on me I
Count on me I
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
(I need this race!)
(Why?)