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Twas the Night Before Daytona
Twas the night before Daytona, and all through the track,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a car owner named Jack.
The rookies were nestled all snug with care
In hopes that a victory soon would be there.
And the crew in their new helmets,
The crew chiefs in their caps,
They had all settled down, just hoping for naps.
When out on the track, there arose such a clatter.
Helton sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shade, then fell with a crash.
The moon on the breast of the lake across the way
Made it look like race-time though hours away.
When what to his wondering eyes he should see...
A Chevy Monte Carlo...bearing the old #3!!!
With a seasoned old driver, still seeming lively and quick.
He said to himself... "Dale, is that you? Is this a trick?"
More rapid than eagles, his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name..
Now Alan! Now Kenny, On Adam and Neil!
On Davy, Tony, and Blaise...now all take the wheel!!!
To the top of turn two, now don't hit that wall...
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!!!!!
And then in a twinkling, he heard on pit row
The squealing of tires, and the crew saying "Go! Go!"
As he drew in his head and was turning around
Through the back door the Intimidator came without a sound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his toe
His Gargoyles mirrored the room, checking out the show.
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back
He looked like Santa just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they glared, as Helton stared with awe
His cheeks bore the same old grin, best one you ever saw.
His mustache still there, and the eyes, still piercing blue.
What could he want, wondered Helton? I wish that I knew.
He had die cast cars...still fresh from QVC
To give to all fans that had loved the #3.
There were the Bodines, the Labontes, the Burtons, and Rudd.
And even Mikey Waltrip, who had been his best bud.
Junior and Rusty, Park and Harvick too.
Awesome Bill and Mark Martin dressed in Viagra blue.
And Smoke's #20...always puts on a show....
How we love that young Hoosier, driving for Home Depot.
Kyle, John and Buckshot, hoping for luck,
And hoping that DJ finally will drive the big brown truck.
Kenny and Marcis, Craven and Mast
Oh, yeah, and Gordo (saving the worst for last)
He said not a word, just leaving the prizes...
Hats, key chains and tee shirts, all drivers, all sizes.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head..
Made Helton know he had nothing to dread.
As he turned to leave and return to his ride
He said that all race fans should put the hatred aside.
Cheer for your driver, whoever they may be
And always remember that good old #3.
He started the engine, and then said with a grin
"You know I'll be back at Daytona again"
The tires started smoking and he hit the throttle wide open.
"Maybe it's not a dream", Mike Helton was hopin.
As he woke up the next morning, still partly asleep,
He remembered his "dream", and started to weep.
And then he looked across the room, by his bed, by the floor….
A #3 Goodwrench cap......laying by the door...……
Merry Christmas Race Fans.
Twas the night before Daytona, and all through the track,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a car owner named Jack.
The rookies were nestled all snug with care
In hopes that a victory soon would be there.
And the crew in their new helmets,
The crew chiefs in their caps,
They had all settled down, just hoping for naps.
When out on the track, there arose such a clatter.
Helton sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shade, then fell with a crash.
The moon on the breast of the lake across the way
Made it look like race-time though hours away.
When what to his wondering eyes he should see...
A Chevy Monte Carlo...bearing the old #3!!!
With a seasoned old driver, still seeming lively and quick.
He said to himself... "Dale, is that you? Is this a trick?"
More rapid than eagles, his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name..
Now Alan! Now Kenny, On Adam and Neil!
On Davy, Tony, and Blaise...now all take the wheel!!!
To the top of turn two, now don't hit that wall...
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!!!!!
And then in a twinkling, he heard on pit row
The squealing of tires, and the crew saying "Go! Go!"
As he drew in his head and was turning around
Through the back door the Intimidator came without a sound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his toe
His Gargoyles mirrored the room, checking out the show.
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back
He looked like Santa just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they glared, as Helton stared with awe
His cheeks bore the same old grin, best one you ever saw.
His mustache still there, and the eyes, still piercing blue.
What could he want, wondered Helton? I wish that I knew.
He had die cast cars...still fresh from QVC
To give to all fans that had loved the #3.
There were the Bodines, the Labontes, the Burtons, and Rudd.
And even Mikey Waltrip, who had been his best bud.
Junior and Rusty, Park and Harvick too.
Awesome Bill and Mark Martin dressed in Viagra blue.
And Smoke's #20...always puts on a show....
How we love that young Hoosier, driving for Home Depot.
Kyle, John and Buckshot, hoping for luck,
And hoping that DJ finally will drive the big brown truck.
Kenny and Marcis, Craven and Mast
Oh, yeah, and Gordo (saving the worst for last)
He said not a word, just leaving the prizes...
Hats, key chains and tee shirts, all drivers, all sizes.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head..
Made Helton know he had nothing to dread.
As he turned to leave and return to his ride
He said that all race fans should put the hatred aside.
Cheer for your driver, whoever they may be
And always remember that good old #3.
He started the engine, and then said with a grin
"You know I'll be back at Daytona again"
The tires started smoking and he hit the throttle wide open.
"Maybe it's not a dream", Mike Helton was hopin.
As he woke up the next morning, still partly asleep,
He remembered his "dream", and started to weep.
And then he looked across the room, by his bed, by the floor….
A #3 Goodwrench cap......laying by the door...……
Merry Christmas Race Fans.
