I don't know crap about NYC
I don't know jack about Cali
You wanna talk smack it's fine with me
I'll stick with what's up my alley
There are things this redneck knows
It ain't about grammar, it ain't about spacin'
and it ain't how bad California blows
this redneck chick knows about racin'
So jack me a round of wedge in the back
and drop an inch off my track bar
let's all get together in the infield now
and talk about NASCAR's big stars
I love my boys, a diehard fanatic
Dale Earnhardt Sr. was the man
Rompin' and wreckin' like no one else
drivin' the wheels off that old tin can
Then there's his son Dale Earnhardt Jr
not afraid to take that chance to win
laughing his ass off in Victory Lane
as he beats the pants off Jeff Gordon again
A sweeter face you cannot find
Than the rookie Kasey Kahne
Five second place finishes his first year
Watch out for that hurricane
So now i'm done with this fine bit
and i expect to take some crap
not too many folks like to race
Y'all just shut your trap