Home Movie - QUARTER MIDGET CAR RACE

[Music] [Music] [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] Hey, hey, hey. [Music] [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] Heat. Hey, heat. Hey, heat. Hey, [Music] hey, [Music] hey. [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] Hey, hey, [Music] hey. [Music] Well, the sun's going down on a Saturday night. Grease on our hands and the tires screw tight. We're patching up the paint and we're tuning the spark. Running around the driveway till it's way past dark. Quarter quarter mile. Hear that engine roar. Kids in leather helmets airing up the floor. Rev it up, shift it down, rolling out of sight. Quarter kids going to race tonight. Got a soda pop fizzing by the tool shed door. Mom's yelling dinner, but we want one more. Lap around the cones. Boy, we're flying low. Pedal to the metal. Hear the rock and roll go. Quarter quarter mile. Hear that engine roar. Kids in leather helmets staring up the floor. Rev it up, shift it down. Rolling out of sight. Quarter major kids going to race tonight. Spin those wheels. Kick that dust. We're chasing trophies. Race all bus. Checkered flags. Going to wave on high with a vroom vroom sound and a wild goodbye. Quarter quarter mile. Hear that engine roar. Kids in leather helmets airing up the floor. Rev it up, shift it down. Rolling out of sight. Quarter kids going to race tonight. Yeah. Quarter kids going to race tonight. [Music] Well, the engines are buzzing like a big old hive. Kids in the pits just waiting to drive. Chrome wheels shining in the afternoon sun. Quarter racing going to be some fun. Go baby, let that motor sing. Quarter pine riders on a big time swing. Shake rattle rolling to the checkered flag. Horror kids got a brand new brag. They got helmets on tight and goggles in place. Daddy's tapping wrenches just to keep the pace. Mama's on the bleachers with a soda in hand. Cheering little speeches as they tear up the land. Go baby, let that motor sing. Quarter pine riders on a big time swing. Shake rattle rolling to the checkered flag. Quarter kids got a brand new brag. [Music] H. [Music] [Music] Well, ain't got fins like a Cadillac car, but they're burning up the track like a rock and roll star with a vroom and a zoom and a wiggle in the turn. Everybody hollers when the tires start to burn. Go, go, baby, let that motor sing. Quarter pine riders on a big time swing. Shake, rattle, rolling to the checkered flag. The brand new brag. Yeah. Cer kids got a brand new break. [Music] Well, a whistle blows sharp and the flag comes down. Kids in the carts just tearing out of town. Little wheels spinning with a hip shake sound. Porter rumble going to shake the ground. Zoom zoom baby cutting that line. Porter pine races in a rockabilly time. Gas up twisted make those tires slide. Junior Speedway drive on a Saturday ride. [Music] Johnny's got a rocket with a number painted blue. Sally's on his bumper and she's coming on through. Bobby takes a corner with a wildside grin. Check a flag flying in the race in the wind. Zoom zoom baby. Cutting that line. For a pine races in a rockabilly time. Gas it up, twisted, make those tires slide. Junior Speedway Drive on Sally ride. [Music] No juke box needed. Hear the motor play. Drums in the pistons and the guitar sway. Daddy's tapping rhythm on the old wood rail. Mama screaming louder than a southern mail. Zoom zoom baby cutting that line. Fortify races in a rockabilly time. Gas up twisted make those tires slide. Junior Speedway drive on a Saturday ride. Yeah. Junior Speedway drive on a Saturday ride. [Music] Heat. Hey, Heat. [Music] Got my jacket rolled tight and my hair stick back. I'm a quarter daddy on a dirt strip track. Mama says slow down, but I just can't. Cuz are rumble in the motors like a wild cat champ. Go cat go hear the pistons crack. Hot shoes burning on a quarter track. Checker flies waving, never looking back. Go cat go on the quarter track. [Music] Sally's in the pits with a cherry red bow. Johnny's got his goggles and he's ready to go. Crowds on fire. Stomp your feet in time. Rock a belly rhythm in the engines grind. Go cat go hear the pistons crack. Hot shoes burning on a quarter track. Checker flies waving but never looking back. Go cat go on a quarter track. Well, it ain't about school and it ain't about books. It's about the growl of the engine hooks. We're the little rebels with the gasoline blues. Shifting through the gears in our blue suede shoes. Go cat, go hear the pistons crack. Hot shoes burning on the quarter track. Checker flags waving, never looking back. Go cat, go on the quarter track. Yeah, go cat go on the quarter track.