And Billy knew that it would be a great day.

He knew that two great forces were going to meet,

And for a day become too strong for anything to beat.

For Billy was taking his band of Monster Trucks

To see the Ultimate Force which doesn't sucks.

The Monster Trucks would come from near and far

To join the mighty vehicular power known as NASCAR!

With NASCAR there is nothing the Monster Trucks cant spank.

Anything evil: from a tank

To a plane,

Even a train.

There is no force of hatin

That they couldnt destroy, even Satan.

Billy would meet automotive high priests

In a myriad of mechanical feasts.

Richard Petty, who may never retire,

Not even after a total wreck and blazing fire.

Dale Earnhardt, one of racings stars,

Who with bare hands creates and destroys stock cars.

But the list must end here,

Billy was about to meet his greatest fear!

There was a masked man up on the JumboTron

He said, I am the anti-car mafia don,

Listen to what I have to say:

If you want your patron saints alive you will have to pay!

The crowd became silent- they made not a noise.

For someone had kidnaped the Pep Boys.

The evil boss had taken Manny, Moe, and Jack

And was threatening to never give them back.

Billy was so enraged that Death Truck nearly threw a rod,

Jesus Christ! This was a direct offense against God!

Humanity was really in dire straights,

Now who would greet us at the Pearly Gates?

Billy knew that it was not the time to dally,

He honked his chrome horn, the sign to rally.

All the Trucks circled around.

With the help of NASCAR they would level this bastard to the ground.

Billy knew just where this evil boss would be-

He had control of TV.

What a revelation!

Off to the TV station.

The crusading vehicles were filled with dread

When they finally saw the boys of giant head.

There they were, Manny, Moe, and Jack,

Shoved into a chrome plated burlap sack,

Suspended above the asphalt oh so high.

One false move and they would surely die.

Billy had a master plan

That called for NASCAR to case the evil man

While he would catch Pep Boys in his extended bed,

And save them from becoming dead.

Billy stomped on the gas with a mighty pump

Causing Death Truck to make its greatest jump,

Just before the Boys fell

Catching them behind Death Trucks real wheel well.

Meanwhile NASCAR was showing its power.

The roar of their engines was enough to make the evil boss cower.

No mercy would they show.

Straight to hell this bastard would go.

The revving was a piercing shrill.

This meant they were ready to kill.

When NASCAR was through there was nothing but blood,

And a pile of tire marked crud.

The ordeal was through,

And there was nothing left to do,

Except to head back

And party at the race track!

The automotive party lasted long into the night,