Orange Blitz Riders

(yeah) (c'mon now)

Rolled out of Perth with a grin on his face Trading the

dust for a high-octane race Slipped in that cockpit of papaya orange

chrome

Down in Woking they called him their own Tore through the chicanes

with rubber to burn Late on the brakes taking every hard turn

Green light flashes, feel the grandstand shake

Hearing that engine roar for goodness sake

Drop the clutch and let it fly Watch that honey badger in

the sky

Drink from the boot on the podium floor Give that McLaren everything

and more Monza sweet glory,

one-two on the line Southern rock thunder running right on time Smile

like a hurricane, heart full of fire Burning through the rain on

a fresh set of tire

(shoey for the crowd!)

Pit lane was nervous,

the strategy tight

Under the Tuscan sun or Saturday night

Radio crackles, "Danny boy,

push the pace" He just laughed out loud as he led the

whole race

Front wing scraping the curbs on the bend

Fighting like hell straight down to the end

Green light flashes, feel the grandstand shake Look at the gap that

he's about to make

Drop the clutch and let it fly Watch that honey badger pass

'em by

Drink from the boot on the podium floor Give that McLaren everything

and more Monza sweet glory,

one-two on the line Southern rock thunder running right on time Smile

like a hurricane, heart full of fire Burning through the rain on

a fresh set of tire

(pour it out!)

Papaya streak fading down the track

Never look behind, never look back (monza,

baby!) (hahaha)