The Holy Trinity (The Grand Tour S01E01)

[Intro] (Heavy cinematic drums beating, classic rock guitar riff starts) [Verse 1] The rain is pouring down on London town tonight A famous face walks out into the dimming light The taxi doors are shut, the radio plays the news He’s leaving the old studio with the broadcasting blues [Verse 2] He boards a silver plane and flies across the sea To find a brand new home where he can just be free LAX is sunny, the palm trees stand up high A customized Ford Mustang is waiting under the sky [Verse 3] The engine screams to life, the Rocket starts to roar He drives out to the desert, searching for something more The empty road is wide, the dust begins to rise A lonely driver racing beneath the western skies [Verse 4] But look into the mirror, two dust clouds now appear The old familiar faces are drawing very near Hammond in his Shelby, and May in his Roush car The trio is back together, under a lucky star [Verse 5] They power through the sand, side by side they ride A hundred roaring engines are coming with the tide The fans are cheering loudly, the festival has begun Out in the burning desert, beneath the scorching sun [Verse 6] The giant tent is standing, a traveling circus dome In Rabbit Dry Lake, California, they found their brand new home A fire-spitting scorpion, and jets that fly so high The Grand Tour is finally here, painting the desert sky [Verse 7] They step onto the stage, the crowd goes wild and crazy Jeremy looks around, his vision isn't hazy They laugh about the words the Americans like to use From hoods and sticks and pick-ups, they shake away the blues [Verse 8] Now listen to the power, the film is rolling in The Holy Trinity of speed is ready to begin Three hybrid hypercars, the finest on the earth They meet in Portugal to prove what they are worth [Verse 9] The McLaren P1 is Jeremy’s chosen toy A carbon-fiber monster, a speedway-loving boy It uses electric power to make the tires scream An absolute nightmare, or a racer's wildest dream [Verse 10] But Richard brings the Porsche, the nine-eighteen design With four-wheel drive precision, it stays upon the line It’s heavy but it’s clever, it launches like a jet The Hamster says it’s perfect, the best one you can get [Verse 11] And James is late as always, but smiling in the sun The LaFerrari is his choice, the pure Italian one It looks like pure passion, it sounds like burning fire The ultimate expression of automotive desire [Verse 12] They race around Algarve, the rubber starts to burn They push the legal limits on every single turn Jeremy makes a wager, a bet he might regret If his McLaren loses, his house will soon be wrecked [Verse 13] The times are on the board, the pressure starts to rise They look at every number with tension in their eyes Which hybrid is the quickest, which one will take the crown? The debate will keep on going in every single town [Verse 14] Back inside the tent, the studio is bright They introduce a section to pass the time tonight A brand new race track, the Eboladrome is named Where dangerous old corners can never quite be tamed [Verse 15] The BMW M2 is sliding through the bend With Mike the American driving, the tires meet their end He hates the European cars, he thinks they are too small But the lap time on the leaderboard is fast enough for all [Verse 16] The first day is now over, the sunset colors bleed A massive celebration of horsepower and of speed The presenters are still bickering, exactly as before The chemistry is perfect, the crowd is begging for more [Verse 17] So raise a glass to freedom, the journey has begun Three old friends on the highway, chasing down the sun From London to the desert, the grandest tour of all The engines keep on roaring, answering the call [Outro] (Guitar solo screaming, big stadium drums crashing, fading out with engine revs)