I am Swede Savage, please don’t forget me,
and smile at, my great legacy.
Soap Box Derby
days, at the age of five,
I loved to laugh, and I loved to drive.
Bridgehampton Can-Am, 4th in '68,
My 2nd place,
at Rockingham, was great.
Parnelli Jones' 'Stang, 69's great ride,
Remember I was, Doc and Joettas pride.
quarter midget, “Bucket of Bolts” car,
They knew I would, be a shooting star.
Road America, Go-karts and dirt bikes,
I tried it all, had so
Indy cars first place, 150 Bobby Ball,
42 to me, the best number of all.
Digger loved my wig,
on my helmet with glue,
Gary Kelly, tried to win at pool.
Gary Wheelers laughs, as alarms rang at two,
how Chris, didn’t have a clue.
Monte and Lora, getting me in Fords,
How can I say thanks, there aren’t
Ken’s backwards riding, in the desert sand,
I was laughing, too hard to lend a hand.
San Bernardino hills, riding bikes 'til dark,
Evil Knievel's stunt show, at Ascot Park
Sheryl's great cookies, made
with love for me,
My precious children, Angela and Shelly.
The Pinochle champ, Pat was my teammate,
Sheryl knew, Pat and I were great.
I took some chances, that’s really living,
You stood by me, unselfishly
Knowing my life dream, was racing Indy,
Your support helped me, live my life fully.
I want you to
go on, live life completely,
We will meet in heaven, please don’t forget me.