The car door closes,
The flag girl begins her stride.
The Pink Slips are handed out,
As well as each drivers pride.

The cars ignitions light,
And engines begin to roar,
Tires begin to spin as
The crowd chants for more.

The drivers look at one another,
As the empty street fades to black.
There is only one winner to this;
There is no turning back.

She lifts up the flag,
And swings it hard into the ground.
The force of the car,
Causes both drivers ears to pound.

They’re off in a rush,
To get to the end of the track,
The nitrous blast hits the engine,
And his face feels like its in his back.

At the end, he remains victorious,
The winning of this fight.
The sirens of the police begin to ring,
And the group makes their flight.