Grandma got run over by a racecar
Walking down the pit road on raceday.
You can say she was a fan of Kasey,
That’s what Grandpa, and me we believe.
She'd been drinkin' too much Lite beer,
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd left her medication,
And stumbled out the RV lookin’ for Kahne.
When they found her raceday mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were tire prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' autographs on her back.
Grandma got run over by a racecar
Walking down the pit road on raceday.
You can say she was a fan of Kasey,
That’s what Grandpa, and me we believe.
Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' Bristol,
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.
It's just not raceday without Grandma.
All the family's dressed in red.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we cheer for Kasey or send him to the back?
Grandma got run over by a racecar
Walking down the pit road on raceday.
You can say she was a fan of Kasey,
That’s what Grandpa, and me we believe.
Now Talladega drops the green flag
And Kasey’s in the lead.
Pursued by a blue and silver Chevy,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a pit pass,
To a Grandma who roots for Kasey and raises Kahne.
Grandma got run over by a racecar
Walking down the pit road on raceday.
You can say she was a fan of Kasey,
That’s what Grandpa, and me we believe.
