Taken from gossip

C'mon Suzie let's get ready to go
We'll be out of this town before the sun is low
I got a racetrack running in my head
The present, past and the future dead
Down on my speedway

Keep your eye on number four
They strap him inside a welded door
C'mon and tangle down deep in my wires
There's something smoking, must be fire
Down on my speedway

Mash your starter, jump your connection
This terreplane needs a fuel injection
I got a racetrack running in my head
The present, past and the future dead
Down on my speedway