Well, Leadfoot, Leadfoot racing from the sun,
Got a 502 in an old Chevelle, he’s lettin’ them ponies run.

Leadfoot, Leadfoot carrying a heavy load,
Now you don’t step out in the way when he’s racing down the road.

Well, I heard old Leadfoot coming from a mile away,
I stepped out on the street there and here’s what I had to say.

I said “hey now, hey now, slow that old thing down,
This city ain’t your highway and you’re tearing up my town.”

Now Leadfoot, Leadfoot racing from the sun,
Got a 502 in an old Chevelle, he’s lettin’ them ponies run.

Well late last night I heard the crash from up by Yeoman’s Hill,
It was the feeling I had all along, I knew he’d finally killed himself–
–In that old car and I ran down to see the risin’ flame,
Just then I realized I never even knew his name.

Just called him Leadfoot, Leadfoot racing from the sun,
Had a 502 in an old Chevelle, he was lettin’ them ponies run.