After two thousand came two thousand and one

To be the new champions we were there for to run

From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in Monterey

And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way

Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a wake-up call

She went around without a warning put me in the wall

I drove Long Beach, California with three cracked vertebrae

And we went on to Indianapolis, Indiana in May

Well the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn

I climbed the mountain to qualify went flat through the turn

But I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died

And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I cried

Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile

And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle

Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe

And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go

New England, Ontario we died in the dirt

Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt

So we came to Road America where we burned up the lake

But at the Speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake