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They are on the final stage 
Of being in their Nascar cage 
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun 
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done 

After putting up with the rain 
It is time to deal with the pit crew game 
Check the gas and the glass 
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast 
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell 
Who is trying to make all this gel 
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go 
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show 
As many laps and miles went by 
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride 
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win 
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door 
There four wheels lost control in this event 
Sending many to the emergency tent. 
When returned the laps were showing only ten 
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend 
Ketchup and mustard were not needed 
Only some grueling time of something called competing 
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire 
But nevertheless 
It was the fed express 
Who got there working overtime 
Making sure they were first over the checkered line 
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick 
Performed as a Nascar trick. 
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case 
Let’s flip the bun 
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done. 
Up in the air they went 
Coming down feeling really spent. 
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge 
Of this Nascar star. 
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law 
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money 
Not the stock car who is there true honey.

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