An ode to young drivers...

...to the tune of Elvis' "In the Ghetto"

As the teams race
In a story told that’s gettin’ real tired
A snot-nosed kid from sprints is hired
In the backwoods
And his owner sighs
’cause if there’s one thing the sport don’t need
It’s another punk kid with a crappy goatee
In the backwoods

Sponsors gotta understand
The elders need a helping hand
You don’t need to hire an angry young man today
Is the sponsor just a fool
For hirin’ such a tool
And fans opine
And say that he is gay…

As the season starts
And the kid with the ride who’s barely 19
Tries to run good but the times get lean
In the backwoods

And he gets pissed off
So he starts to take some chances yet
But all he seems to get
Is another bad wreck
In the backwoods

Then one night in deep frustration
The young man finally snaps
He wrecks a car, throws a punch,
Tries to recover, but he’s in a crunch
And his owner sighs

As a crowd turns against an angry young man
Whose only real crime was not bein’ bland
In the backwoods

And as ARCA calls,
In a story told that’s gettin’ real tired
A snot-nosed kid from sprints is hired
In the backwoods
And his owner sighs…