Take her little fingers,nAnd put them to your face,nAnd don't forget she saidnYou're looking good.nnAnd don't forget the next timenThat you get into a race,nBeneath it allnYou're only flesh and blood.nnSo fill her up and pick her upnAnd ride into the breeze,nYou're taking all the cornersnThat were at the 35 degrees.nnIt's so hard to face up tonIt's not in no highway code,nAnother speedway hero's coming home.nnShe's young and dressed in leathernAnd you met her at a dance,nAnd you can't make outnThat strange look in her eyes.nnBut don't waste your time in talking,nOr waiting for the day,nBecause biker girls only want nTo see you die.nnSo take them, wear their sorrownLike a badge to all the world.nHave pity on this little teenagenHeartbroken girl.nnIt's so hard to face up tonIt ain't in no highway code,nAnother speedway hero's coming home.nnSpeedwaynnKeep one eye on the speedonAnd one hand on the bottle,nKeep one eye on the ladynAnd one hand on the throttlennIt's so hard to face up to,nBut it's harder in the dirt,nAnd even speedway heroes are getting hurt.nEven speedway heroes are getting hurt,nEven speedway heroes are getting hurt.