Lights go out, it's time to race,
Everybody tries to match his pace.
Late on the brakes, leading the pack,
Hear the crowd screaming: Mad Max!
Pre-Chorus
Lap by lap, he takes control,
Always chasing one more goal.
Every rival fades to black,
When they're fighting Mad Max.
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX! MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX! MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
OH-OH-OH! MAD MAX!
OH-OH-OH! MAD MAX!
OH-OH-OH! MAD MAX!
MAD MAX! MAD MAX! MAD MAX!
Rain or shine, he leads the way,
Breaking records every day.
Crosses the line, no looking back,
That's why they call him Mad Max.
Fast and fearless, cool and calm,
Turning pressure into charm.
Every Sunday on the track,
Fans keep chanting Mad Max
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX! MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
MAD MAX! MAD MAX!
MAD MAX!
OH-OH-OH! MAD MAX!
OH-OH-OH! MAD MAX!
OH-OH-OH! MAD MAX!
MAD MAX! MAD MAX! MAD MAX!
Checkered flag, another win,
The crowd erupts, the noise begins.
One more time, loud and fast:
MAD MAX! MAD MAX! MAD MAX! MAD MAX!