The Race

Yello

Shout! (shout!)

Count on me I'm gonna win The Race

Count on me I'm gonna win The Race

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'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad



Time is running out and the illusion fades away

Time is running out another day is on its way



Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great

He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait



Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do

I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue



Not any track is turning but The Race is in my head

I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad



Fire away!

This is The Race!



Why?

Burn!

Shout!

Lies!



Give me The Race!



Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great

He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait



I need this race!



Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do

I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue



Any track is turning but The Race is in my head

I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad



Fire away!



Time is running out and the illusion fades away

Time is running out another day is on its way



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'm driving

Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving

Every day and every night



Why?

I need this race!



Count on me I'm gonna win The Race

Count on me I'm gonna win The Race

Room-dah-bee-bo