Sung to the tune of “Brazil”:

Kanaan, where cars were entertaining June
He stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured "someday soon"
He, dissed and clung to gearheads

Then, tomorrow was another day
The win five hundred miles away
With heed, a bunch of wrecks at bay,
Now, when twilight dims the sky to black
Recalling deeds and tires on rack
There’s one race that he's put to fact
Return to taste the Indy milk

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Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found him miles away
With still a million things to say
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There’s one thing that he's certain of
Return he will to old Brazil
That old Brazil
Man, it’s old  in Brazil
Brazil, Brazil