Banger Racer Songtext
von Sweet Jonny

I was born on the back seat of a banger.
I love the smell of petrol, diesel and two stroke.
You see in my blood stream,
I got a genuine oil seam.
I never wanted to be anything other.
So strip away the glass, seats and the trim.
Yeah my day job it can do one,
You tell my boss I said do one.

I′ll have no regrets, my carburettors air bled.
A roll cage is all that I will require.
My exhaust sets fire.
A burn out and a bunch of bald tires.

Cos I was born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer


So with motor oil I'll slick back my hair.
And with a rollie on my lips fill her up,
As she′s running on Red Star:
I siphoned it off a farmer.
And with the welder I will spark up my fag.
My lungs exhaust fumes, dirt and dust.
It fills my head I feel clear.
My knuckles slam her in gear.

I'll have no regrets, my carburettors air bled.
A roll cage is all that I will require.
My exhaust sets fire.
A burn out and a bunch of bald tires.

Cos I was born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer
Yeah I was born to be a banger racer

So you tell my daughters,
And you tell my father
and you tell my wife where I have gone.
And you'll know where to find me
on the speedway start line
with my shell suit and my helmet donned.

I was born on the back seat of a banger.
I love the smell of petrol, diesel and two stroke.
You see in my blood stream.
I got a genuine oil seam.


Cos I was born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer
Born to be a banger racer
I was born to be a banger racer