I'm through sittin' in traffic, every Friday night,
It's like every tired commuter's trying to start some kind of fight,
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way that I want it to be.
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new body painted fire engine red,
And a garage that I can do doughnuts in,
And a pit crew there,
just to take care of me.
(Are you nuts?)

I need an 8-banger engine that's got no limit,
And a big black truck with an oil trap in it,
Gonna join the local street club,
And win at every single meet.
(Been there, done that!)

I want a new tool box full of Craftsman tools,
And a star on my hood made of sparkling jewels,
And a number on each door
For all the people in the crowd to see.
(So how ya gonna do it, looser?)

I'm gonna trade this life of traffic and fights,
I'll even drive at night with fake headlights…

'Cause we all just wanna be fast race cars
And rocket down the track like we're headed to Mars.
The tires come easy and the gas comes cheap
We could drive all night 'cause we don't need sleep.
And we'll hang out at the coolest tracks
With the newest models with the biggest racks
Every NASCAR fan gonna wind up there
All the trailer-trash chicks with their bleach-blonde hair.
Vroom, vroom, I wanna be a race car!
Vroom, vroom, I wanna be a race car!

I want a sponsor like Tampax, without no strings,
A personal assistant who can use those things,
Wanna rev my engine hard,
So everyone will look at me.

Wanna blow my gas with real passion,
Park in the garage of the Earnhardt mansion,
Gonna get a hot driver
Who wants to blow my gasket for me.
(Waltrip gives me gas!)

I'm gonna trade this life of traffic and fights,
I'll even drive at night with fake headlights…

'Cause we all just wanna be fast race cars,
And rocket down the track like we're headed to Mars.
The tires come easy and the gas comes cheap
We could drive all night 'cause we don't need sleep.
And we'll hang out at the coolest tracks
With the newest models with the biggest racks,
Every NASCAR fan gonna wind up there
All the trailer-trash chicks with their bleach-blonde hair.

And we'll hide out in our sponsor's trucks
With the Wrangler-wearin' spenders with the biggest bucks.
We'll wear our bling in NASCAR style
Everybody's got a redneck on speed dial,
Vroom, vroom, I wanna be a race car!

I'm gonna let my driver ride me hard all day,
Bump-draft Tony Stewart 'cause I wanna play,
Wave at Jimmie Johnson as I fly past,
Put Gordon in the wall so he'll come in last…

'Cause we all just wanna be fast race cars
And rocket down the track like we're headed to Mars.
The tires come easy and the gas comes cheap
We could drive all night 'cause we don't need sleep.
And we'll hang out at the coolest tracks
With the newest models with the biggest racks
Every NASCAR fan gonna wind up there
All the trailer-trash chicks with their bleach-blonde hair.

And we'll hide out in our sponsor's trucks
With the Wrangler-wearin' spenders with the biggest bucks.
We'll wear our bling in NASCAR style
Everybody's got a redneck on speed dial,
Vroom, vroom, I wanna be a race car!
Vroom, vroom, I wanna be a race car!