Stand On It

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 couldn't 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 can't figure it out

Just stand on it

Well, if your mind's confused, you don't know what you're gonna do

Well buddy, stand on it

Well if you've lost control of the situation at hand

Go grab a girl