Marah Head On
What kind of end of the line
Dark horse runnin' me down from behind
Saw me celebrating at the finishing line
Put me in second place?
Now I'm watchin' him on victory line
Lookin' at his eyes for the very first time
And somethin' there about 'em reminds me of mine
Beaten at my own game
I can't tell you how that feels
Oooh, now I can't go home
So I lap the vacant speedway
At a pace of my own
The checkered flag's been folded
And the fans have all gone
Just me and my mistake
Well I'm a delicate dish
Sadly fallen victim to the
Tablecloth trick
And out from underneath me
The bottom went quick
I'll have another day
So get 'em up you Dick Trickle!