text: Well Jimmy Lee was hookin round the far turn of a funky southern Florida dirt track
  He had mud caked on his goggles and a screamin 350 stacked up on his back
  Well as he passed the stands he was feelin all tuckered out
  When through the roar of his engine he heard somebody shout
  Stand on it, come on boy, stand on it
  Mary Beth started to drift, she hit the shift but she just couldnt get a hand on it
  Racin some Red Hill boys, she had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it
  With eight grand blowin hot on the red line
  She blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39
  He hollered Stand on it, go head baby, stand on it
  Well now when in doubt and you cant figure it out
  Just stand on it
  Well, if your minds confused, you dont know what youre gonna do
  Well buddy, stand on it
  Well if youve lost control of the situation at hand
  Go grab a girl; go see a rock and roll band
  And stand on it
  Come on man, stand on it
  Well now Columbus he discovered America even though he hadnt planned on it
  He got lost and woke up one morning when hes about to land on it
  He wouldnt of got out of Italy, man thats for sure
  Without Queen Isabella standing on the shore
  Shouting Stand on it, go ahead man, stand on it
  Well now when in doubt and you cant figure it out
  Just stand on it
  Well, if your minds confused, you dont know what youre gonna do
  Well buddy, stand on it
  Well if youve lost control of the situation at hand
  Go grab a girl; go see a rock and roll band
  And stand on it
  Come on man, stand on it
  Bobby was leadin the pack, he settled back and he got ready for the long haul
  Well fifty yards from the finish line somebody roared up and they blew him into the wall
  Well he rolled over twice, lucky to survive
  Layin in the back of the ambulance more dead than alive
  Somebody shouted Man, you call that drivin?
  Why didnt you stand on it?