Clay Patterson Baird - Figure 8's Lyrics

I'm a bad little dude who drives in those figure eights, I love to T-bone your car
And here comes the pain
Believe me, brother, girls go wild on my last lap
Because I always dressed like Elvis with my hair dyed black

Girls yell out my name when I grab that checkered flag
Yeah, they call me a sex symbol on that old dirt track
That old dirt track

Drivers all fear me because I'm a weapon of mass destruction
Because I put the metal to the pedal, I'll give you T-bone concussion
Girls scream out at the smoke and fire and fightin'
It turns them on tonight, they'll want a Memphis Hound Dog glove

Girls yell out my name when I grab that checkered flag
Yeah, they call me a sex symbol, my baby's got back
Yeah, on the old dirt track
Girls who melt my fingers are built like a figure eight

They want me to shift my gears to slow to fast and don't be late
Believe me, brother, girls go wild on my last lap
Because I can shake, rattle, and roll, that's why I dye my hair black
Girls yell out my name when I grab that checkered flag

Yeah, they call me a sex symbol on that old dirt track
Yeah, on the old dirt track
Wee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
Old dirt track

Baby's got back