His name was Roary

He was a racecar

With pretty red livery and a white cap on his head

He did the wheelies

And drifted 'round corners

And while he tried to be the star, Maxi put him in his place

Upon the racetrack, on which Maxi always won

But he was young and he was successful, who could ask for more?

At the Silver, Silver Hatch Racetrack, upon which all the action took place,

At the Silver, Silver Hatch Racetrack, racing, and passion were always the fashion,

At the Silver, he became a star

His name was Thomas, he was an engine,

He was already famous before Roary came along,

But unlike Thomas, or Bob the Builder,

Roary’s fame was really short-lived and quickly fizzled out

And the ratings went down,

and the other cars moved on,

There was once last Xmas special

But his time had passed

At the Silver, Silver Hatch Racetrack, upon which all the action took place,

At the Silver, Silver Hatch Racetrack, racing and passion were always the fashion,

At the Silver, he lost his show

(Harmonies)

His name is Roary

He was a racecar

But that was 15 years ago when they used to race the cars

Now it’s for horses,

but not for Roary

Still in the cap he used to wear, and bearing faded livery

He parks there so refined, and drinks himself half-blind,

He lost his youth and he lost his show, now he’s lost his mind

At the Silver, Silver Hatch Racetrack, upon which all the action took place,

At the Silver, Silver Hatch Racetrack, racing and passion were always the fashion,

At the Silver, don’t be a star