Built For Speed

They say men and women are worlds apart
And neither one are willing to travel that far
But I never bought in to psychological stuff
And never claimed to be a bonafide genius
But if men are from Mars and women are from Venus
I'm going to Venus

Strap me in, ship me out, beam me up Scotty
Take me to the land of those heavenly bodies
Stay here if you want to but just between us
If men are from Mars and women are from Venus
I'm going to Venus

Women want a man ain't afraid to commit
Take 'em out to dinner it's a candle lit
So I'm giving in to the battle of the sexes
And calling up ahead to make a reservation
But if men are from mars and women are from Venus
I'm going to Venus

If you come by the house and I'm not in
You can call me long long long distance
Got better things to do than sit around and talk
'Cause I'm blasting off this big red rock

Twenty dollars out of mumma's purse bought us a tank of gas
And a pack of tobacco when we were just teenage kids
Me and Jack and Danny we'd go driving around
If there was trouble to be found then we found it quick

Chuckin' doughnuts in the field
'Till old man Smith would call the cops
He'd come running out with a shotgun
'Cause we were running down his crops
And I reckon he's still wondering who that was
But that was us

Now some of those local boys moved on but we never changed a bit
Never had a scrap of sense, least that's what some folks said
Then we finally turned old enough to buy our own beer
Don't remember much about that year, just lucky that we're not dead

'Cause somebody said they saw some boys
With a ute looked just like mine
Trying to pull down that old water tank
That sits out by the railway line
And people wonder why it leans the way it does
Well that was us

Seems like small towns never change
But things get tough when times get hard
And they said when he got sick
That old man Smith would have lost that farm
'Cause he was getting way behind on all his bills
'Till someone came and brought his crops in from the fields
Yeah and folks 'round here still don't know who that was
That was us

Chuckin' doughnuts in the fields
'Till old man Smith would call the cops
He'd come running out with a shotgun
'Cause we were running down his crops
Somebody said they saw some boys
With a ute looked just like mine
Trying to pull down that old water tank
That sits out by the railway line
That was us
That was us

I've travelled across the country
On every beaten track
From the sugar cane to the Nullabor Plain
And I've been to Burke and back
But there's nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day
Than heading down the New England Highway

Got my boots on, got my hat on
Got my old guitar and a new song
For a week I'll be where I belong
With the big stars, Golden Guitars
Dream will be ours some day
Cruising the New England Highway

They'll be busking down on Peel Street
Looking for a lucky break
There's the chook man and the one man band
And Slim Dusty's in the Cavalcade
There's nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day
Than heading down the New England Highway

He's an old hand at fixing cars and bailing hay
And there's nothing he can't do on that old farm
He's tougher than leather for a man his age
But he's 21 when she's lying in his arms

She's and old hand at baking bread and washing clothes
And rocking little babies to sleep
But the calloused hands are softer than the morning rose
And she always seems to know just what he needs

When old hands hold hands
With just a touch they understand
Life and love and making plans
'Cause they're old hands

They've pulled a load together down a long hard road
And they both know that their journey will end
But they won't be afraid when it's their time to go
'Cause chances are they'll just go hand in hand

When I was a baby my mum and my dad
Said slow down son you're crawling too fast
I had skinned up knees and bumps on my head
Well I couldn't talk then but if I could I'd have said

I was built for speed I was born to run
I get chills when they fire off that starter's gun
Keep your rocking chair and your tranquility
I wasn't built for comfort I was built for speed

Well that car lot man said I've got a deal for you
It's got air con, cushy seats and rides real smooth
Well I told him I don't care if the saddle looks good
'Cause it's all about them horses underneath the hood

In a hundred years from now when my body gives out
I won't have no nursemaid wheeling me around
I'll take a chrome Harley motor and I'll bolt it to my chair
And I'll lay a strip of rubber up those pearly white stairs

and stack 'em for hot laps

Dirt Racer whose gonna set quick time
Whose gonna start this race at the head of the line
Got the right rear tyre and it's locked on tight
Got the big main wing and it's set just right
When the power goes down, and the horses bite
We'll you'd better believe there's gonna be a fight, tonight, alright

We're green

Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane
Dirt Racer



salute these heroes, ooh the place is electric, you can cut the air with a knife

Got fresh faced kids just out of school
Got wise old veterans, they ain't no fools
Max, the throttle stompin' family man from Warnambool
When the best of the best they roll into town
Talk is cheap time to settle this now
When the power goes down, and the horses bite
650 horses and they're gonna use every one of them
Well you'd better believe there's gonna be a fight, tonight, alright

We're green

Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane
Dirt Racer






come out of four we've got a challenge for the lead

Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane
Dirt Racer, it's gonna be your night
Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line
The whole wide world will know your name
When you're standing there in victory lane


series champ

This'll be the ride of your life





mark 3 with their hair on fire that's what we love about sprint cars ooh yeah!