Banger Racer

I was born on the back seat of a banger. I love the smell of petrol, diesel and two stroke. You see in my blood stream, I got a genuine oil seam. I never wanted to be anything other. So strip away the glass, seats and the trim. Yeah my day job it can do one, You tell my boss I said do one. I'll have no regrets, my carburettors air bled. A roll cage is all that I will require. My exhaust sets fire. A burn out and a bunch of bald tires. Cos I was born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer So with motor oil I'll slick back my hair. And with a rollie on my lips fill her up, As she's running on Red Star: I siphoned it off a farmer. And with the welder I will spark up my fag. My lungs exhaust fumes, dirt and dust. It fills my head I feel clear. My knuckles slam her in gear. I'll have no regrets, my carburettors air bled. A roll cage is all that I will require. My exhaust sets fire. A burn out and a bunch of bald tires. Cos I was born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer Yeah I was born to be a banger racer So you tell my daughters, And you tell my father And you tell my wife where I have gone. And you'll know where to find me On the speedway start line With my shell suit and my helmet donned. I was born on the back seat of a banger. I love the smell of petrol, diesel and two stroke. You see in my blood stream. I got a genuine oil seam. Cos I was born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer Born to be a banger racer I was born to be a banger racer