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I Am the Stig

I race around this track
To make the fastest lap
In powered muscle cars
You bet, I’m driving that
Wearing a fibre glassed rig
And a white cat suit
You can call me the stig 
The fastest thing on route




You’ve never seen my face
It’s covered that's a shame
I’m always in disguise
My black tinted visor hides
The thrill upon my face
My big blue sparkling eyes
Full of this excitement
The element of surprize




Its super cars and silly stuff
Fast and furious driving tuff
I’m the stig and I’m in my mig
And I’ll snap your time like a twig




I think you’ve seen my show
The stars that come and go
Competing with each other
Round the track they must flow
To set a perfect time
Beat their rivals cross the line
To test their driving skills and
Do their best behind the wheels




Burning rubber at the start
Oh' my heart pounding fast
This adrenalin rushing through
I’m the stig, I’m super cool
Wheels spinning from the line
Tyres’ smoking, it’s a crime
Drifting around these corners
Sliding like skies on waters




Its super cars and silly stuff
Adventurous fun, sometimes tough
I love a challenge, don’t call my bluff
Cuz’ I’m the stig and I do my stuff



I've made a name for myself
Topgear, Topman
In Warsaw Poland do I stand
And yes I'm very well renown
Thirty foot high from the ground
I'm dressed up all in white
With my crash helmet on
I'm just out of sight


©Copyright KC.Leake
25th November 2014
All Rights Reserved

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