12/19/2025
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[Verse 1]
He didn't come from 'Bama or the Carolina hills
Just a Washington boy with a set of driving skills
Cut his teeth on the short tracks, in the mud and rain
Jack Roush made the call, said "Son, I like your style
Come on down South and run a country mile"
[Chorus]
Yeah, give it up for the Number 16
That red, white, and blue Ford machine
From Michigan banks to the Darlington stripe
He never needed drama, never needed hype
Put the hammer down, let the engine drift
There ain't no stopping the man they call The Biff
[Verse 2]
Started in the Trucks and he left 'em in the dust
Took the championship, yeah he did it ‘cause he must
Then he climbed in a Busch car, did it all again
First to conquer both, the leader of men
Drove it loose, drove it tight, living on the edge
Hanging on the wheel like he's hanging off a ledge
[Chorus]
So give it up for the Number 16
That red, white, and blue Ford machine
From Michigan banks to the Darlington stripe
He never needed drama, never needed hype
Put the hammer down, let the engine drift
There ain't no stopping the man they call The Biff
[Bridge]
Now the Southern 500 is a tough nut to crack
But Greg went out and he tamed the Lady in Black
With smoke in the wells and grit in his eye
He let that Roush Fenway Eagle fly!
[Chorus]
Yeah, give it up for the Number 16
That red, white, and blue Ford machine
From Michigan banks to the Darlington stripe
He never needed drama, never needed hype
Put the hammer down, let the engine drift
There ain't no stopping the man they call The Biff
[Outro]
Yeah, Number 16.
Ride on, Greg.
