The
Old Man drives the pace
Now
the racing car on the track
The
engine is revving up in top gear
The
start of the race
The
speed is picking up
At
the corner he stops he slows down
Passing
his instructions then he speeds
The
flag raises as he enters the first phrase
The
boys on the pitch
They
have the jobs cut out for them
The
screws, bolts and nuts
They
are kept busy on the track
The
Old Man speeds his racing car
Hitting
the track with roar of thunder
Enter
the pitch stops he gets his mechanic
The
world of experience to maintain his drive
Now
he speeds out again
Feeling
the world will hear what he say
All
will be in a good place
As
he drives speeding on the track
By
tomorrow he will have his final lap
The
next batch of crew to come on board
Everything
has gone on his plan
He
will win the race
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