[Verse 1]
Oh King Richard, you rum runner's dream
The swiftest of outlaws I've ever seen
Your checkered flag waving so high in esteem
And no one can catch you at all

[Verse 2]
So what can you say 'bout the man built for speed?
The master mechanic gave you what you need
Survival on instinct, a heart that don't bleed
The winning tradition of a vanishing breed

[Verse 3]
When I think about a lesser man much like myself
Alive in a vacuum, alone on a shelf
To never go no place 'till all I got left
Is staring at these lonely walls

[Chorus]
Oh, King Richard just keep up the pace
Your boot in your gas tank, your smile on your face
And you'll set the standard that time can't erase
And God only knows how you feel

[Guitar Solo]
[Verse]
If there's life in the fast lane than you wrote the book
But it don't come as easy as you make it look
'Cause a man in his sunshades can't never slow down
Without somebody sneaking 'round stealing your crown

From a dirt track in Charlotte to the Daytona line
Your life flying by and you don't even mind
The world loves a winner and you've shown them all
How easy the King gets it done

[Chorus]
Oh King Richard, just look out below
Some punk on your bumper, you're running to slow
Than one day you're older, the next thing you know
Your races are already run

Oh King Richard, man they're tryin' get ya
Yeah, but they never can catch you
'Cause you know how to drive like
Oh King Richard, man they're trying to catch ya
Yeah, but they never can catch ya
'Cause ya know how to ride like a fiend

[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
(Oh King Richard)
I wanna live my life through your eyes
(They're tryin' to getcha)
I wanna spend my life watching you drive
(They never can catch ya)
Oh, they're never gonna take you, never gonna break you
(Oh King Richard)
Ah you gotta stay away from the wall
(They're tryin' to catch you)
Oh they'll try and make you fall
(They never can getcha)
They're never gonna catch you, never gonna get you
(Oh King Richard)
You gotta have the nerve not to swerve
(They're tryin' to getcha)
Yeah, you gotta hang on every curve
(They never can getcha)
They're never gonna stop you, never gonna drop you
(Oh King Richard)
Talladega, Birmingham, Bristol
(They're tryin' to getcha)
Daytona, Rockingham, Charlotte
(They never can catch ya)
[?], Dover, Riverside, California
You know, they all stay the same
You know, they're all so late in the game