Load up the teamsters
And all the others
We'll leave the rest behind
Come every Friday
In single county
Take number one through town
Burnt grass for that lane
Here comes the starter
We've gotta beg still, too
Measure the big jump
Tripping the hurdles
Seventy-five yard dash
Waiting on the guns
Waiting on the guns
Waiting on the guns
Take out the slow ones
Put in the new ones
We know the best girls win
Hold tight the anchor
And three fast others
Stagger the first to go
Tin frame with tooth pick
Grasp on to duct tape
The ribbons there to take
Round out the corner
Crash through the losers
We'll take the trophy home
Waiting on the guns
Waiting on the guns
Waiting on the guns
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