Okay, everyone has sung along with the vehicle radio blaring. And after
hearing the same song for 27 years, you may have your own lyrics. Here's an
oldie from the Marshall Tucker Band titled "Fire on the Mountain,"
now titled "Fire in the Headers."
(fairly long musical intro)
Hauled my funnycar away from my -- mortgaged home,
Had dreams 'bout the drags and -- started to roam.
Five long seconds on a good sticky track,
They say turn before the traps, but a chute lever I do lack.
Fire in the headers, tighten up my rear.
Tank of nitro and smokin' the wide Goodyears.
We were tuning and draggin' from -- nine to five,
Selling burnt pistons to buy chutes to stay alive.
Dance in the flopper past the Christmas tree,
Can't see a thing from pulling -- five hard Gs.
Fire out the side glass, 'luminatin' the night.
Drive like ya hate it; just do it outta spite.
Oil flowed free like whiskey at the tavern,((
Said was the big thing, my hot shrinking cavern.
Rods were tossed out for the -- sake of fun,
Or just to hear the noise of my -- blown run.