| Contemplate the subtle grace of Ditmar
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| As he drives his race car
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| Through turn six at Riverside in a power slide
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| He used to play the cello in a jazz band
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| Oh, so mellow and so low
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| The guys would close their eyes and say go man go
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| Well, there ain’t now sunshine when she’s gone
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| And there ain’t no peace when she’s at home
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| If it had been a boxing match they’d say
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| He tried to save the bout with a Sunday punch
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| And a knockout in the last round
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| He braked too late in the back straight
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| Hit the wall they all say that car was a fireball
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| Before it hit the ground
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| And there ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
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| And there ain’t no peace when she’s at home
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| Contemplate the subtle grace of Ditmar
|
| As he drives his race car
|
| Through turn six a Riverside in a power slide
|
| He braked too late in the back straight
|
| Hit the wall they all say that car was a fireball
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| Before it hit the ground
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| And there ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
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| And there ain’t no peace when she’s a home |