HELLO WALL! LYRICS by Flyby Phil Petersen
Copyright 2005 (in the national archives)
HELLO WALL!
1. Hello wall! I ran into you the other day. Baby, how I had to pay,
Hello wall! Hello wall! You’re unbelievably hard. Hello wall!
2. When I’m with you, I’m much too tight, I have to steer with all my might
Hello wall! Hello wall! You smack me up real good. Hello wall!
BRIDGE: If I got inside your mind, would I know the truth?
Why I slide out from behind when I get close to you?
I don’t know what to do, but to fall right into you,
So that’s just what I’ll do. Hello wall!
3.Hello wall! Well, someone bumped me your way,
so I crashed into you today
Hello wall! Hello wall! Don’t you know
You’re supposed to be soft (like a woman)? Hello wall!
4. You speak the language of the road, you burst my tires and shift my load.
Hello wall! Hello wall!
You put me up in flames! Hello wall!
DAYTONA DRAFTING
1. Daytona draftin’, so peaceful and smooth.
Southern cookin’ is waftin’ somethin’ real good.
Daytona draftin’ lifts me off of the track.
It takes me to heaven. I may never come back.
BRIDGE: Dyin’ ain’t even on my mind, car in front and one behind.
Stay inside on the corner don’t get loose,
Or you may discover the painful truth
They’re rollin’ in a line, you’re left behind. You’re slower than before
To catch them will take you many laps—or many more.
2. Say that you love me, though I know that it’s true
I will put you above me in all that I do
But I’m in here sailin’ along with the wind
I know you’ll forgive me. So distant I’ve been.
I LOVE TO FISH
1. When you’re out a drivin’ on the fast track on the racetrack
And you get to draftin’ right up on somone’s ba…ack,
You may be 4, 5 car lengths away, but that guy in front of you’ll pay,
Cause, Lord knows, I love to fish!
2. Catch him by the back and slowly draw the sucker i…in
Get up right behind him, ‘cause you know its not a si…in,
And when he turns the corner, get slightly underneath
And force him to the outside, ‘cause he’s really been a beast.
Lord knows, I love to fish.
BRIDGE: Big track is like deep water, your view ain’t always clear.
One fan turns toward the other and offers him a beer, and says…
3. That driver on the straightaway is gettin’ mighty feisty.
That other out in front of him thinks he’s so high and mighty.
I bet you he’ll pass him round the bend—he’ll reel him in.
And, Lord knows, I love to fish
THAT’S RACIN’
1. When you’re runnin’ out of gas, and it’s your last lap,
And you know you have to pit, but you just can’t.
When a driver from behind makes a move that blows your mind,
And your engine you can’t find—that’s racin’.
CHO) So it’s boogity, boogity, boogity from the start,
But by the time the race is through it breaks your heart.
So many things you could have done,
And the race you could have run
Slips into the setting sun—that’s racin’.
2. When your radiator’s leakin on the racetrack,
With the other drivers slippin’ in the sludge.
When the smoke is getting’ thick and the track is getting slick,
And you have to exit quick—that’s racin.
FLYBY PHIL
1. Look down the track, don’t you look back; just keep rollin’ along.
Singin’ a tune, just rollin’ along
Well, you just might pass somebody…. if you don’t linger too long.
2. Look straight ahead, or that car in red, just might pass you from behind.
He’s waitin’ for that hesitation… just to be unkind.
To be a winner… you need a focused mind.
CHO) Well, flyby Phil—put that car in it’s place.
Flyby Phil, you’re bound to win the race, you’re gonna take first place
In the heart of the fans, you’re gonna be the man—it’s all in the plan,
So flyby Flyby Phil.
3. Yellows may come, yellows may go; you’re movin’ up the line.
You got yourself a pit crew that’s one of a kind.
They can change a flat tire in just 6 seconds time.
4. You got the Daytona blues, you just can’t lose, that feelin’ of bein’ behind.
Though you’re good at draftin’ and holdin’ the line,
Remember that racin’s all in the racer’s mind.
RUBBIN’ IS RACIN’
1. It wasn’t a push, it wasn’t a shove.
Come on Mr. Official—it was all out of love.Rubbin’ is racin’
Please don’t put me in the penalty box, After that hit, my engine knocks.
Rubbin’ is racin: Rub, rub, rub, rubbin’ is racin’
I’d rather be leadin’ than chasin’ Rub, rub, rub, rubbin’ is racin.
BRIDGE: Black Flag, black flag: it ain’t a bug killer.
I know cause I been there before
This race is fast, it is quite a thriller, But it won’t be if I can’t race no more.
2. Well, sittin’ right here in the penalty box,
The oil is settlin’ in my sox Rubbin’ is racin
Let me go and get on with the race, I’m gettin’ tired and I’m last place.
Rubbin’ is racin: Rub, rub, rub, rubbin’ is racin’
I’d rather be leadin’ than chasin’ Rub, rub, rub, rubbin’ is racin.
IT’S NOT OVER ‘TIL THE CHECKERED FLAG FLIES
1. Life is like racin’, it’s up and it’s down
Your position can change every time you go round.
So start up your engine, and let’s hear that sound.
It’s not over ‘til the checkered flag flies.
CHO) It’s not over ‘til the checkered flag flies,
‘Til you see that bright light in her eyes,
‘Til you win the race, for defeat there’s no place.
It’s not over ‘til the checkered flag flies.
2. There are the times when your car’s running well.
Then there are times when it’s running like hell.
Those are the times for which pit stops are made.
It’s not over ‘til the checkered flag flies.
3. Throughout the race, few allies are seen,
And you make enemies, though your drivin’ is clean.
You can swallow your pride, though, and not treat ‘em mean.
It’s not over ‘til the checkered flag flies.
4. When the white flag has flown and it’s your last lap,
And the devil’s there nippin’ to send you way back,
Just hold on to heaven and blaze down the track.
It’s not over ‘til the checkered flag flies.
CRASHIN’
1. Crashin’—you got a passion… for crashin’—that’s all you do.
Out on the track, you gotta come back… alive—it’s true,
But crashin’ is all you do.
2. Bumpin’—you’re really somethin’—seems bumpin’s all you do.
Out in the lead, if you don’t bleed—you’re high as a kite,
But how will you feel, if it’s not so tomorrow night.
Crashin’ is all you’ll do.
CHO) Get real with me, baby, please don’t drive that way
Haven’t you heard yet baby? Crime—it doesn’t pay.
And crashin’ ain’t the way.
3. Spinnin’, you think you’re winnin’ when you’re spinnin’ somebody out.
But what you do comes back on you—without a doubt.
You’ll go spinnin’—they’ll spin you out.
COMEUPPANCE (Pride Cometh Before The Wall)
1. So, you’ve won a quite a few races,
And you’ve made a quite a few enemies,
And the only ones who love you are those within your family.
And your engine isn’t quite legal. To win the race you bend the rules.
And you make it all so tricky with your mastery of racing tools.
CHO) But pride cometh before the wall (crash!)
Pride cometh before the wall.
And your car is all in pieces—and your body is all sore
Your nephews and your nieces, are weeping at the gore.
You once were the point leader, but now you are no more.
You got your comeuppance!
2. And now you must go home--to your cold and empty, lifeless shop.
The demons that possess you will haunt you ‘til your trickery stops
Just think about the honest folk--you’ve robbed them of their victories.
It would be far better for you—if you got down on your stubby knees.
CAR NUMBER 33
1. Perfection on wheels, our love keeps rollin’ along,
Like a well-oiled engine, I’m singing another… love song.
We’re trading paint on the highway of our love.
It’s not competition… It’s love!
2. What we share, baby, is an awesome need for speed,
So start your engine, and give me what I need.
So many horses underneath your hood,
Whatever you give me, it’s gotta be good.
3. I’ll love tap you, and you can love tap me.
We’ll both be fans of car number 33.
When that white flag flaps so plain,
We’ll both be victors… in the main.
15 MINUTES OF FAME
1. I just slept through my fifteen minutes of fame,
Feels like an aerobic instructor’s bouncin’ inside my brain
I’m gettin’ tired of lookin’ at skinny buts,
And it seems like someone’s put a padlock on my…
My God you’re a klutz!
CHO) And everybody’s runnin’ round tryin’ to be powerful,
But nobody’s realizin’ that they ain’t.
Everybody’s tellin’ everybody else just what to do,
And nobody wants to be a saint.
2. And meanwhile the world’s slippin’ down the tubes.
It’s becoming populated with narcissistic boobs.
The creatures from the screens are becoming real,
And no one seems to care just how I feel…
My God it’s unreal!
CHO) Like Saint Theresa… Nobody wants to be a saint.
3. I found that I just crawled inside a hole,
And now from my perspective, I’m playin another role.
I get to see the universe squeezed up,
Like the image of the hole inside my cup.
I’m looking up, at…
CHO
SECOND PLACE
1. Second place is the first loser, in racing and in love
You can try so hard to win her, but only join the club
Of those nearly made it, but didn’t have the stuff.
The winner gets the glory, the losers get the guff.
2. You pray to the God of Racing to send you lightning speed,
But all you get is hiccups and your engine starts to bleed.
It’s losing oil so quickly, you fall right out of first.
You’re thinking that at this rate you’ll never get the purse.
3. It’s much the same in romance, the more you get attached.
The more your lover’s distance approaches your dispatch.
And even though she likes you, you know that isn’t love.
And your second place position has you groveling like a grub.
4. So learn to move on quickly, lest you express disgrace,
You must look to the next one, be it woman or a race.
You might as well forget it, and move stoically on.
Your chance for love is over, your glory is all gone.
RACING LULLABY
Oh, sing a racing lullaby.Tomorrow you’ll win the prize.
Don’t ask me how I’m knowin’ why,Your momma and poppa are wise.
Your Daddy is a racing champ, Your Momma is his fan.
So when you wake up You’ll have the stuff to be a racing man.
So don your little firesuit And be off to fiery realms
Where you can learn to drive a car With angels at the helm
You’ll to brake, you’ll learn to draft,Behind the heavenly hosts
And when you are a race driver The competition’s toast.
The gnomes can be your pit crew, The fairies guide your truck.
And if you’re truly fortunate, You just might win a buck,
And have a helicopter And a trailer that’s the best.
And we will be your truest fans For truly we are blest.