The Race
43 cars go round and round
But only one can wear the crown
With fans of every shape and size
Wearing the colors of the one who drives
Hear the roar and smell the fuel
As cars speed around and join the duel
Faster and faster do they go
With fans on their feet enjoying the show
43 cars go round and round
But only one can wear the crown
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