Whoa-oh-oh! Grip tight, tires kissin’ the edge! Whoa-oh-oh! Brake lights flashin’ like a sledge! Throttle wide open, dropin’ fast from the crest, Tail end kicks out, countersteer to finesse. Guardrail’s a blur, signs flash then fade, We eat up the curves like the road’s handmade. Crank the gears, no room to coast, Check the mirrors—ghosts come close. From frostbite roads to gravel scream, We're holdin’ firm to the dream. Wacky Gooners, knuckles white, We thread the dark with beams of light. Wacky Gooners, full commit, Slide through chaos, we never quit! No crowd control, just guardrails bent— Wheels tap the redline, traction spent. Mapped the turns in muscle and brain, Gooner blood in every lane. Skid marks like calligraphy, Writing names in symphony. From blind descent to final bend, This grip game never ends. Wacky Gooners, knuckles white, We thread the dark with beams of light. Wacky Gooners, full commit, Slide through chaos, we never quit! Boost kicks in, gauges twitch, ("LEFT!") Clocks don’t matter, only pitch. ("RIGHT!") Rubber hums a lullaby tune, We’ll still be runnin' past the moon. Gasoline and attitude, Throttle set for magnitude. No surrender, no parole, We leave scorch marks on your soul! Wacky Gooners, knuckles white, We thread the dark with beams of light. Wacky Gooners, full commit, Slide through chaos, we never quit! Skid the night in perfect sync, Two steps from the icy brink. Talk is cheap—we drive in proof, With every turn, we raise the roof! Wacky Gooners, steel and flame, We don’t play safe, we play the game. Wacky Gooners, gone by dawn, But our tire tracks still carry on! Whoa-oh-oh!... Oh-oh-oh!... Whoa-oh-oh!... Gooners ride forever…
