(Van Dyne / Taylor)

Tire splitting nationals
Race for the top, the rest will fall
Force the wing now feel the grip
Spray of dirt, let 'er rip
Guaranteed, you will defend
Accept the title into your hands
Eat the dust, smoke the pack
Runnin' hot, RPM

Masters of the wheel, feel the rumble once again
Smell the fuel and take in the crowd
Only one of you will win this race tonight
Claim the goal and take the checkered flag

Engine spitting methanol
Roll the throttle, avoid the wall
Open wheel now feel the drift
White knuckle, zero flinch
All out speed now straight ahead
Push the tach into the red
Get out front, torque the track
Cut them off, take the win

Masters of the wheel, feel the rumble once again
Smell the fuel and take in the crowd
Only one of you will win this race tonight
Claim the goal and take the checkered flag

***Guitar Solo (JAMZ)***

Masters of the wheel, feel the rumble once again
Smell the fuel and take in the crowd
Only one of you will win this race tonight
Claim the goal and take the checkered flag