[Verse 1] Out in the garage, with the fire burning bright, Joe Meal-man’s got his wheels, and he’s racin’ through the night. Xbox controller in one hand, whiskey in the other, Wreckfest, Forza, FlatOut—he’s a gaming mother FUCKER! [Chorus] He’s a king of the road, in his digital domain, Cheeseburgers and hot dogs fuel his adrenaline game. With a cigarette in his hand and a song in his soul, Joe Meal-man’s burnin’ rubber, takin’ full control. [Verse 2] In his man cave palace, the wood stove crackles and pops, Classic rock on the stereo, he ain’t ever gonna stop. Smokin’ Marlboros like a chimney, whisky glass in tow, Livin’ life in the fast lane, that’s the Meal-man show. [Chorus] He’s a king of the road, in his digital domain, Cheeseburgers and hot dogs fuel his adrenaline game. With a cigarette in his hand and a song in his soul, Joe Meal-man’s burnin’ rubber, takin’ full control. [Bridge] The roar of the engines fills his mind, From the garage to the track, he leaves it all behind. FlatOut’s his freedom, Forza’s his dream, Wreckfest’s the chaos that makes him scream. [Verse 3] The night’s getting late, but Joe’s not slowing down, The whiskey keeps pouring, he’s the outlaw in this town. With his wood stove blazing, and the music turned up high, Joe Meal-man’s racing demons ’til the morning light. [Chorus] He’s a king of the road, in his digital domain, Cheeseburgers and hot dogs fuel his adrenaline game. With a cigarette in his hand and a song in his soul, Joe Meal-man’s burnin’ rubber, takin’ full control. [Outro] So raise your glass to Joe, the legend of the garage, With his Xbox, his whisky, and his racing entourage. He’s the spirit of the speedway, the king of his lair, Joe Meal-man lives forever, in the smoky midnight air.
