Top Fuel

Your throw your machine into gear
The engine´s ringing in your ears
Red-yellow-green light: you pop the cluth, screaming away

Burning rubber as you sneer
Seconds click your opponent fears
First-second-third-fourth, a quarter mile is done - the triumph i yours

CHORUS:
Top fuel, there is no stop
Dragsters racing, what a drug
There is no better high
The blur of the audience as you fly by

Seconds shaved off my time
Blink of an eye - the finish line
Black and white checkered flag
Engines stop and reality snaps back


CHORUS:
Top fuel, there is no stop
Dragsters racing, what a drug
There is no better high
The blur of the audience as you fly by


CHORUS:
Top fuel, there is no stop
Dragsters racing, what a drug
There is no better high
The blur of the audience as you fly by, as you fly by