It's nine AM on a Sunday
The regular crowd saunters in
There's the referee up there talking
telling us the instructions again

He says, "Bob, do you know what the lapper flag means?"
I didn't quote know what to say
"There's a guy going fast
and you're just about last
so get the heck out of the way"

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

You don't know me, I'm an also ran
There's 40 bikes on the gate
Well, we all can't ride fast like Mike Larroco
Though we're fast in our home state

Now John at the shop is a friend of mine
He gets me my parts for free
He knows I'm a good guy
Won't give the shop a black eye
Good results are what he'd rather see
He says, "Bob, I believe this is killing me."
As the smirk ran away from his face
"I thought you might be a motocross star.
Instead you're in 30th place"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now Paul is a 250 novice
Who's never really learned how to ride
And he thinks that I'm fast
as I ride on past
even when my clutch is fried

So I'll just keep practicing my holeshots
As my mechanic slowly gets high
Yes, we're sharing the exact same delusion
that I'll get a factory ride

You don't know me, I'm an also ran
There's 40 bikes on the gate
Well, we all can't ride fast like Mike Larroco
Though we're fast in our home state

It's a pretty thin gate for a National
A bunch of the good riders aren't here
Now I think it's my race
to get a good place
and give a big boost to my career

But in the first turn, I'm taken out by Emig
who usually I'm not riding that near
And the riders go past
until I'm in dead last
I say, "Man, what am I doing here?"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

You don't know me, I'm an also ran
There's 40 bikes on the gate
Well, we all can't ride fast like Mike Larroco
Though we're fast in our home state