Karaoké Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) Jim Croce

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much to believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"

He got another one that just say "hey"

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon in a 'fifty-seven Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He the best driver in the land

He say that he learned to race a stock car

By runnin' shine outta Alabam'

Oh the demolition derby and the figure eight

Is easy money on the bank

Compared to runnin' from the man in Oklahoma City with a five hundred gallon tank

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much to believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"

He got another one that just say "hey"

And every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon in a 'fifty-seven Chevrolet

Yeah, Roy's so cool that racin' fool

He don't know what fear's about

He do a hundred thirty mile an hour, smilin' at the camera with a toothpick in his mouth

He got a girl back home name of Dixie Dawn

But he got honeys all along the way

And you oughta hear 'em screamin' for that dirt track demon in a 'fifty-seven Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much to believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"

He got another one that just say "hey"

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon in a 'fifty-seven Chevrolet