What kind of end of the line,
Dark horse runnin' me down from behind
Saw me celebrating at the finish line
Put me in 2nd place?
Now I'm watchin' him on victory line
Lookin into his eyes for the very first time
And somethin' there about 'em reminds me of mine
Beat at my own game
Oooh, now I can't go home
So I lap the vacant speedway
At a pace of my own
The checkered flags been folded
And the fans have all gone....
Just me and my mistake
Well I'm a delicate dish
Sadly fallen victim to the
Tablecloth trick
Out from underneath me
The bottom went quick
But I'll have another day
So get 'em up you
Dick trickle