No time outs (No Bull)
No dress code (No Bull)
No right turns (No Bull)
It's party time (Ready Set Go)
No blinkin' (No Bull) No yawnin'(No Bull)
Got a Winston Cup one track mind
Right now it's Daytona time

All the Cup drivers are ready to go
Revvin' their engines all in a row
Soon they'll be runnin' three or four wide
Tryin' to inch up on the next guy
With just one thing on their mind
To hold that Winston Cup up high

(Repeat chorus 2x's)

Rev up the old Ford pickup with the platform built on the back
Hitch the camper, load it up, time to head for the track
Through the gates, to the infield, no better place
To party with friends till the end of the race
In the middle of the action, the center of the storm

Hold on honey, here we go again
Two hundred mile an hour twister comin''round the bend
I swear when you feel that rush, you'll never be the same
It's a hell of a ride inside the eye of the hurricane

Left work a day early, but my boss didn't mind it at all
He pulled his RV next to me, up against the turn four wall
From the pits to concessions, anywhere that you go
Nothing like the thunder on the day of the show
In the middle of the action, the center of the storm

Hold on honey, here we go again
Two hundred mile an hour twister comin''round the bend
I swear when you feel that rush. you'll never be the same
It's a hell of a ride inside the eye of the hurricane

If there's a calm, catch your breath, they'll come back around
It ain't over yet, hear the rumbling sound
In the middle of the action, the center of the storm

Hold on honey, here we go again
Two hundred mile an hour twister comin''round the bend
I swear when you feel that rush, you'll never be the same
It's a hell of a ride inside the eye of the hurricane

From racing in the dirt, to the asphalt of today
Many greats have graced the track before they went away
Gone but notfargoden, we keep them in our heart
I'm talkin' about the drivers in heaven

Remember number twenty-eight, carrying on tradition
Davey always ran like a man on a mission
And I know he's lookin' down every time an engine starts
Along with all the drivers in heaven

They're racing in a better place, where angels
              always set the pace
And the good Lord says gentlemen start your engines
You know up there the track is great, the speedways behind
              those pearly gates
And the stands are always full for the drivers in heaven

From the green flag to the checkered, every driver wins
If Neil Bonnett's in the lead. Rodney Orr is closing in
They'll replay Allan's famous victory lap in car number seven
I'm talkin' 'bout those drivers in heaven
 

Feel the power, hear the thunder
It's like nothing else you've ever heard
Tons of metal, nerves of steel
Actions speak louder than words
What you see, is what you get
Don't dare blink, you ain't seen nothing yet...
         'til you seen 'em

Walk the walk, talk the talk
That Winston Cup is smokin', and the house is full
Around here they walk the walk, talk the talk
 And tell it like it is, "NO BULL"

Ain't no dress code, ain't no box seats
But there's danger and excitement you can't top
Ain't no street clothes, ain't no timeouts
Just 28,000 horses you can't stop
Nothing like a team, that beats with one heart
When they refuse to lose, right from the start...
          you gotta see 'em

Walk the walk, talk the talk
That Winston Cup is smokin', and the house is full Around here they walk the walk. talk the talk And tell it like it is. "NO BULL"

You gotta see 'em walk the walk, talk the talk That Winston Cup is smokin', and the house is full, always full
Around here they walk the walk, talk the talk
And tell it like it is, "NO BULL"

You gotta see'em walk the walk
You gotta see 'em talk the talk
Yeah, walk the walk
And talk the talk

Talkin' 'bout that Winston Cup (No Bull)
Talkin''bout that Winston Cup race (No Bull)
No Bull (repeat)

My wife said I've gone clear around the bend
She says on racin' Sunday I become a different man
In my black jeans, black cap and racin' T's
I guess it intimidates her seeing all those number 3's

So to make her understand
I tell her I'm a racin' fan

'Cuz it's a kick in the asphalt
Burnin' up the blacktop
When the green flag drops
My heart flies
So when she wonders why
I'm driven to get wild I say
I like my Sundays fast
'CuZ it's a kick in the asphalt

I think last Sunday I finally got her hooked
When I turned up the TV, she put down her book
She said how much she likes number two
Thought he looked pretty fast and to her,
            he sure was cute

And though I question her good taste
At least she's watchin' every race

'Cuz it's a kick in the asphalt
Burnin' up the blacktop
When the green flag drops
Her heart flies
So when she wonders why
I'm driven to get wild I say
She like my Sundays fast
'CuZ it's a kick in the asphalt

'Cuz it's a kick in the asphalt
Burnin' up the blacktop
When the green flag drops
Our hearts fly
She no longer wonders why
I'm driven to get wild
Me and my racin' lass
We like our Sundays fast
And we're never gonna let one pass
'Cuz it's a kick in the asphalt
(Repeat)