My lips are blue
And I’m freezing
It’s so cold I could spit an icicle
And it would spear threw the crystals
That I am walking on
Trying to get to my car
I’m there and turn the key
The engine revs up
And I’m ready
Ready for the race
The race of rally
The race of all races
We get to the line
And the gun shoots off
As I hit the gas
My body jerks back
I am into the first corner
Fish tale to the side
And I’m back
Back going straight
Waiting for the next turn
As I crank the wheel
And I spin
Right back on track
Slipping and sliding
Every corner a new experience
As my tires spit snow
At the competition
Faster the trees are passing by
Hit the brakes and slide
First laps over
And I am in the lead
Flowing threw the turns as
If the snow was a current
I fly threw the rest of the race
And it’s over
First place at last
The cork pops and we celebrate my victory
As the sun goes down
The races stop
And we all go home to wait
Wait until tomorrow
When the gun shoots off
And the gas is hit and the race begins again
