It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car and
I was going
down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stop-watch rolling
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive
And yet
my mind was blowing
I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good
I had the tape deck roaring
But on the twenty-fifth lap at
the canal turn
I went of exploring
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it
I was turning tires burning
The
ground was in my sky
I was laughing the b***h was trashed
And death was in my eye
I had started pretty good and I was feeling
my way
I had the wheels in motion
There was Peter and the Green fly laughing like drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring I
was at Brands Hatch
In my imagination
But at the canal turn I hit an only patch
Inebriation
Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me
from some pain
I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again
Ooh can you hear my lies
Don't you bother with this fool just
laugh into my eyes
So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again
But there was no tequila
Then we started on the whisky
just to steady our brains
'Cos there was no tequila
And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill
We began to
roll
And as we get trashed we were laughing still
Well bless my soul