(Verse 1) The checkered flag is waving, the heat is on the track Another stop is coming, there's no turning back Four wheels off, four wheels on, that's the name of the game But Joey's got the flu, and our speed is not the same The clock is the enemy, the tenths of a second bite We need a change in personnel, we need it fast and bright. (Chorus) We got Unit 7, the Chrome Crew Chief, rolling off the rack He's got hydraulics pulsing, he's got no vertebrae crack He wears the jumpsuit proudly, though he doesn't need the feel He's got the perfect posture for spinning every wheel A flash of silver lightning, a blur against the black He's changing tires faster than a bullet on the track! (Verse 2) We introduced him Monday, the team was quite unnerved He doesn't need a lunch break, or a weekend undeserved His hands are carbon fiber, his touch is calibrated No coffee jitters, no mistakes, the work is never hated He doesn't talk much, just a whirring, quiet sound He calculates the lug-nut torque before it hits the ground. (Chorus) We got Unit 7, the Chrome Crew Chief, rolling off the rack He's got hydraulics pulsing, he's got no vertebrae crack He wears the jumpsuit proudly, though he doesn't need the feel He's got the perfect posture for spinning every wheel A flash of silver lightning, a blur against the black He's changing tires faster than a bullet on the track! (Bridge) He doesn't sweat the pressure, he doesn't feel the sting He just hears the telemetry and knows what the drill must bring He looks just like a human, you might not know the twist Until you see his optical sensor glowing on his wrist He's programmed for perfection, every single move defined The fastest, most reliable pit stop of the mechanical kind! (Guitar Solo - Fast, technical, and precise, like a machine working at high speed) (Verse 3) The car pulls in, the engine screams, a blinding, sudden halt The jack man drops the chassis, and Unit 7 hits the asphalt He's on the right rear wheel, the air gun screams its might The old tire's tossed aside, the new one catches the light One-point-eight seconds flat, the green flag gives the word And as the engine roars away, the pit boss has been heard... (Outro) "Well done, Unit 7! Another flawless round!" He just nods his smooth chrome head, not making any sound. Yeah, he looks like Joey, but he doesn't need the pay... The Chrome Crew Chief is here to stay! (Whirring and the sound of an air wrench fading out)