Oh, Good ole Dick Trickle
The White Knight
Living through the high life and burning bright
Like a supernova he spoke slow and lived fast
Smokin' through the short track
Yeah, he was old rookie
But he was wise and he taught the pros how to drive
But there was a pain inside that he could not hide
He was born to drive though
Born to drive
Yeah, he's gone now
Yet, his legacy still remains
So we celebrate his life today
And we raise a toast to the name that might make ya giggle a little
Yeah it's the White Knight
It's the one and only
Dick Trickle
In Rudolph, Wisconsin their glory, their pride
He smoked them damn cigarettes as long as he'd drive
He's a hero
He's our guy
He won a thousand races
The White Knight
Being a racer was his childhood dream
He built his first engine by the age of thirteen
He walked with a limp
But he never was mean
He was hiding the pain that no one could see
Hidden by a smile that glistened and gleamed
He's Dick Trickle
The White Knight
He's our hero
He's our guy
He won a thousand races
The White Knight
He's our hero