Like a bat from hell she flies

Shooting forward on the straights

Rounding corners, rubber burns

Tires exceed envelope

Yet continue to perform

Engine pushes needle red

Carries us through hordes of cars

Andy Bachman takes the lead

Leaves the others in her dust

Races forward t’wards the line

There’s no other neck to match

Checkered flag waves back and forth

Crowd goes nuts, a sight to see

A gilded cup and champagne bath

SV’s hometown hero wins

Mortal is this girl no more

All will call her from this day:

Greatest driver in the world