Stroker Ace was born to race 
He had a mean streak two feet wide 
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride 
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve 
Make a car dance across the mud 
And haulin' shine was his regular line till the track got in his blood 
Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive 
Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with bedroom eyes 
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol' Stroker stole the show 
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo 

Mama lock your daughters up 
That vile bunch is back in town 
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that racecar sound 
They're bringing out the yellow flag; somebody's brakes have failed 
There's an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail 
You'd better stand on it Stroker cause a bandit's on your tail 

It's a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan 
But you've gotta hang tough when it gets real rough when you're out there on your own 
Cause they'll push you down, they'll knock you down, they'll shove you up against the wall 
And you always know when the engine blows that a man can't win 'em all 
You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon 
And if you'd break your neck in some damn fool wreck they'd forget about you soon 
But Ol' Stroker Ace was born to race 
And it's worth all the trying 
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine 

Stroker get your dander up this aint no time to laugh 
You've got to make the lap up if you're gonna take that checkered flag 
Number 10 is closin' in to even up the score 
It's time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor 
You'd better stand on it Stroker cause your blowin' off their doors 

Blow their doors off Stroker 

Stand on it, son 

Ahh, you good lookin' devil you