Boyracer
Jonathan Bree
[Verse 1: Heather Mansfield]
Engine roaring very loud
Rubber burning makes a cloud
Wheels spinning round and round
Tires smoking on the ground
[Chorus: Heather Mansfield]
Boyracer, round and round
Boyracer, faster, faster
Boyracer, round and round
Boyracer, faster, faster
[Verse 2: Heather Mansfield]
Boy, your car, so very clean and loud
With your friend who sits in the back
Cars turning, screeching sound
Gears grinding, gravel and glass
Late, late at night in the quiet suburban streets
He rides far, far away from the police
[Chorus: Heather Mansfield]
Boyracer, round and round
Boyracer, faster, faster
Boyracer, round and round
Boyracer, faster, faster
[Outro: Heather Mansfield]
He was gone throughout the week
To buy the tires that are not so cheap