Damn tequila hangover... both Grease and the Mystery car had burnt Blondy at the start. He had planned to jam the vette between the two of them and draft the leader until they got to the hairpins ahead. But Grease had a good 50 feet on him as he jostled with the mystery car.

Bo Diddley was chanting from the 8 track I walk 47 miles of barb wire...Got a Cobra snake for a neck-tie....Brand new house by the Roadside...Made out of Rattlesnake hides..

On the first tight turn, he slipped inside Mr Soup. Now he floored it as he saw the Greaseball's Plymouth gearing down and swaying into the turns.

Got me a chimney built right on top...It made out of human skulls...Irene, take a little walk with me...tell me who do you love