Number 34

Little brother in the backyard revvin' up the engine
Tuning up for Saturday night
He'll be a dirt track mogul
Racing round the oval
Passing everything in sight
But come Sunday morning we'll all pile in
And head down the road to church
Mamma in the back hanging on for dear life
Cursing brother on every curve

Number 34 painted on the doors
Flames on the fenders, STP stickers
A Hurst shifter four on the floor
The preacher shuts his eyes, starts preying hard
When brother cuts a doughnut in the church house yard
The congregation roars for number 34

When brother was a baby
We knew he'd be a racer
He loved the smell of gasoline
He could say Max Dumsney
Before Dad or Mummy
He could even say Valvoline
He took the family car to the demolition derby
When he was just fifteen
He said "Don't worry mamma I'll fix it up good
Now we've got a mean machine"

With number 34 painted on the doors
Flames on the fenders, STP stickers
A Hurst shifter four on the floor
Even mamma now and then gets behind the wheel
And pops second gear and makes the rubber peel
A hot mamma for sure at number 34

Aah, take it around track Ma
Take it up high, around the fence

The preacher shuts his eyes, starts preying hard
When brother cuts a doughy in the church house yard
The congregation roars for number 34
A hot mamma for sure is number 34

Yeah, come on little brother
You're gonna get the chequered flag this time, I just know it