It really was a meeting

The bottle took a beating

The ladies of the manor

Watched me climb into my car



And I was going down the track

About a hundred and five

They had the stopwatch rolling

I had the headlights blazing I was really alive

And yet my mind was blowing

I drank a bottle of Tequila and I felt real good

But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

I went off exploring



I knew I wouldn't make it

The car just wouldn't make it

I was turning, the tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eye



I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way

I had the wheels in motion

There was Peter and the Greenfly laughing like drains

Inebriation

The crowd was roaring, I was at Brands Hatch

In my imagination

At the canal turn, I hit an oily patch

Inebriation



I knew I wouldn't make it

The car just wouldn't make it

I was turning, the tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eye



Ooh, Mr Miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you, Mr Miracle, I won't get trashed again

Ooh, can you hear my lies?

Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes?



I was turning, the tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the bitch was trashed

And death was in my eye



Ooh, Mr Miracle, you saved me from some pain

I thank you, Mr Miracle, I won't get trashed again

Ooh, can you hear my lies?

Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes?



We went to the bar and hit the bottle again

But there was no tequila

Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains

'Cause there was no tequila

As we drank a little faster at the top of our hill

We began to roll

And as we got trashed, we were laughing still

Oh bless my soul