She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr
I guess you could say Momma was a NASCAR fan
I was born in Talladega up in the stands
The fans all cheered the second I arrived
The loudspeaker said "The boy's born to drive!"
We didn't have money for a pacifier
So I s**ed on the valve off a Goodyear tire...
A seven pound, eight ounce, son-of-the-south
Born with a taste for racing in my mouth
She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr
I got my first real stock-car when I was nine
An old one Momma bought off of Geoff Bodine
The Winston Cup people said "The boy's too young"...
'till I qualified second at Darlington
How in the world could a nine-year-old child
Hit 197 in a time trial?
The man said Momma ought to be ashamed...
"but by the way son, tell us what's your name"?
I told 'em Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr
I got a "Toys-R-Us" sponsor and a new pit-crew
Daytona loves "Little 52"
The junior-high-school girls are all cheering for me
I'm out there intimidating "Number 3"
But I ain't got room on my cards, or my caps, or the helmet I'm driving with...
To write Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr