Verse 1
Sun going down on a Rustenburg sky
Dust in the air as the V8s cry
Kids in the stands with a boerie roll
Mamas and papas losing all control
Bakkies parked in a dusty line
Radio playing that old Bok tune
Smell of petrol, smoke and fire
Braai meat cooking, taking us higher
Pre-Chorus
From the farm roads
To the city streets
We all came out
With mud on our feet
Chorus
Bring that dop and that cooler box
With the brie and the chop on ice
Everyone’s welcome at Platinum-Raceway
Where the floodlights light the night
Hear them racing, hear them revving
Feel that thunder in your chest
It’s a family jol at the dirt track
Yeah tonight we’re blessed
Verse 2
Here at Platinum-Raceway in Rustenburg town
We love that engine-shaking sound
Mud on our shoes, dust in our hair
Smiles and laughter everywhere
Little ouens waving flags so high
Old tannies cheering as the cars go by
Boeties betting on the fastest ride
While the drivers line up side by side
Pre-Chorus
From Jozi to the mines
From the Cape to the North
We all come together
From south, east and north
Chorus
Bring that dop and that cooler box
With the brie and the chop on ice
Everyone’s welcome at Platinum-Raceway
Where the floodlights light the night
Hear them racing, hear them revving
Feel that thunder in your chest
It’s a family jol at the dirt track
Yeah tonight we’re blessed
Bridge
You don’t need fancy clothes
Or city pride
Just bring your family
And stand side by side
From ouma to babies
We’re all in the show
Watching those engines
Ready to go
Final Chorus
So bring that dop and that cooler box
Pack the wors and the chops just right
Bring the kids and the neighbours too
We’re partying tonight
Hear them racing, hear them revving
Under African skies so wide
At Platinum-Raceway in Rustenburg
We race with pride 🇿🇦🏁
