One night as I lay down I dreamedI went to a better landA fellow walked right up to meAnd took me by the handHe led me through the rolling cloudsTo a strange and wonderful placeHe said as I beheld the sightThere's about to be a raceI followed closely step by stepAnd took my place in the standsI looked around to view the crowdAnd spied a little manHe came by me and took a seatAnd I thought my heart would stopHe grinned at me and shook my handAnd said "my name is Pop"It's been a while he said to meSince I've seen young Davey runIt's easy to tell by the way he livedHe was his father's sonI turned my eyes to the golden trackJust in time to seeSome of racing's greatest hero'sSpeeding by in front of meThere was Fireball, JD, Alan and CliffordIn a race I knew would be greatThen out of nowhere came a carWith number twenty eightI thought to myself oh what a raceA thriller all way to the lineAs they roared around the bankingI wondered who would win this timeIn this great race Pop said to meThere's no bumps or wrecks or spinsThe reward goes to all who runYou see son everyone winsThe race was over he led me backAnd said now listen sonIt's just a dream so close your eyesYour race is not yet runThen I awoke and sat right upRubbed my eyes and looked aroundAnd in the distance I seemed to hearA rumbling revving sound