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"To Haas and Haas not"

You're steaming down the straight in the middle of the pack.

And you've got half a dozen cars crawling over your back.

You think your doing great, until you hit the brake,

Then your flying over the chicane and it all begins to crack.

My brakes don't work

They call me RoGro

My brakes don't work

And I'm on the radio

Screaming at my team because the brakes Don't work.

The grunt of my Ferrari engine is great down the straight

Flying past Mclarens with a smile on my face

But then I put my foot down and it turns into a frown.

Because this bloomin car ain't stopping and I'm back to last place.

My brakes don't work

And now I'm full of woe

My brakes Don't work

And I'm on the radio

Screaming at my team because the brakes don't work