Joey lived a mile at a Southern CrossWorkin' on trucks for the local pinballFriday nights when it come to townThey'd all line up and see him lay some rubber downJoey had a Ute built in 74With a three-fifth of Chevy and a four-run floorCrow-mire wheels and a customized backHe could run the main street, quarter mile and under ten flatCause he's the king of the road out hereHe's fought far before, he's an old John DeereHe won the summer nationals twiceHe's the king of the road out here on Friday nightsWell, the summer is notAnd I rememberI remember it wellA city boy thought he had a story to tellHe had a turbocharged flash in the panWalked up to Joey, said, hey, I hear you're the manThe whole town was there and it was quite a sceneIt was the biggest race there ever had beenThat little car looked pretty in redAnd I remember it wellIt was just like it was goldNow Joey's granny's driving it insteadIt was the king of the road out hereHe's fought far before, he's an old John DeereHe won the summer nationals twiceHe's the king of the road out here on Friday nightsHey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Ah, 70 pointsYou might have Brockie in the city spotlightBut you ain't ever seen Joey on a Friday nightFolks come a-runnin' for miles aroundJust to see how Joey lay in the rubber downCause he's the king of the road out hereHe's run far, big, far than an old John DeereHe won the Summer Nationals twiceHe's the king of the road out here on Friday nightsKing of the road out hereHe run far, big, far than an old John DeereHe won the Summer Nationals twiceHe's the king of the road out here on Friday nightsHe's the king of the road out here on Friday nightsHe's the king of the road out here on Friday nightsI'm a rayHa haGive it upDrop me home, Joey*