Lyrics

*She likes Sterling Marlin but she drinks Bud Light,*
*Calls everybody "darlin'" just before the fight.*
*She’s stumblin’ ‘round the infield, she’s loose, She’s such a floozie,*
*And there’s nothin’ she won’t do for a NASCAR koozie.*

*Got a sunburned nose and a Dale Jr. tattoo,*
*Loves the smell of burnt rubber and cheap barbeque.*
*She’ll trade you a kiss for a cold PBR,*
*If you flash her your pit pass, she’ll flash you her tits fast.*

**Chorus:**
She likes Sterling Marlin but she drinks Bud Light,*
*Calls everybody "darlin'" just before the fight.*
*She’s stumblin’ ‘round the infield, she’s loose,*
*She’s such a floozie,*
*And there’s nothin’ she won’t do for a NASCAR koozie.*

One time she wandered out to Turn 3 topless,*
*Security yellin’, "Ma’am, this is excessive!"*
*She flipped off the flagman, waved her tallboy high,*
*Screamed, "JEFF GORDON STILL OWES ME A NIGHT!"*
*Now the crowd’s all hollerin’, the cops intervene,*
*But she’s cussin’ like a crew chief on a blown machine—*
*"I’LL KICK HIS PRETTY BOY ASS IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!"*
*Then she tripped on the caution lights… lost a shoe.*

(Guitar Solo)

Well, Jeff Gordon was smirkin’ ‘bout that lawsuit he filed,*
*When a Marlboro-red Chevy came screamin’ through the infield.*
*Out steps Dick Trickle—cig still lit—*
*Said, "Boy, you *really* pissed off the wrong damn chick."*
***WHAM!*** *Left hook like a loose lug nut,*
*Gordon went flyin’—flatter than his haircut.*
*Floozie whooped loud, tossed her can in the air,*
*Dick grabbed her waist like a damn lawn chair—*
*She hollered, **"OH HELL YEAH! KISS MY EARNHARDT TATS, GORDON!"***
*As they peeled out past the pace car, beer-stained and triumphant.*

**Chorus:**
She likes Sterling Marlin but she drinks Bud Light,*
*Calls everybody "darlin'" just before the fight.*
*She’s stumblin’ ‘round the infield, she’s loose,*
*She’s such a floozie,*
*And there’s nothin’ she won’t do for a NASCAR koozie.*