Indianapolis /ˌɪndiəˈnæpɵlɨs/ (abbreviated Indy /ˈɪndi/) is the capital of the US state of Indiana, and the county seat of Marion County, Indiana. As of the 2010 United States Census, the city's population is 829,718. It is Indiana's largest city and, as of the 2010 U.S. Census, is the 12th largest city in the U.S., the second largest city in the Midwest (behind Chicago), the second most populous state capital (after Phoenix, Arizona), and the most populous state capital east of the Mississippi River. Indianapolis is also one of the fastest growing regions in the United States.
For much of its history, Indianapolis has oriented itself around government and industry, particularly manufacturing. Today, Indianapolis has a much more diversified economy, contributing to the fields of education, health care, and finance. Tourism is also a vital part of the economy of Indianapolis, and the city plays host to numerous conventions and sporting events. Of these, perhaps the most well known is the annual Indianapolis 500 and the NHRA U.S. Nationals. Other major sporting events include the Brickyard 400 and the Men's and Women's NCAA Basketball Tournaments. 2012 marked the first time Indianapolis hosted the Super Bowl. Super Bowl XLVI was played at Lucas Oil Stadium, on February 5, 2012 in Downtown Indianapolis. Also held in Lucas Oil Stadium is the Drum Corps International World Championships, and the Music for All Bands of America Grand National Championships.
En el horizonte sale el sol, por fin comienza el día de soñar
Vino gente de muy lejos, hoy se corre La Gran Final
Los mecánicos preparan a esas fieras locas que van a luchar
Comen gasolina, tragan millas, indomable metal
CORO:
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Los motores muerden el asfalto, la carrera va a comenzar
Vino gente de muy lejos, hoy se corre La Gran Final
La bandera de salida puso en marcha el duelo sin compasión
La carrera ha comenzado, quiera Dios que gane el mejor
CORO:
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Son guerreros del asfalto, nuevas zebras de la civilización
Juegan con la vida y la muerte por la velocidad
Luchan por su suerte como Ulises fue luchando por Telémaco
La carrera ha comenzado, quiera Dios que gane el mejor
CORO:
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Indianapolis…Indianapolis
Indianapolis…Indianapolis (2x)
Got a tow from a guy named Joe
Cost sixty dollars hope I don't run out of dough
Told me bout a sex offense 'put him three days in jail
Stuck in Indianapolis, hope I live to tell the tale
[Chorus]
Can't go west, can't go east
I'm stuck in Indianapolis with a fuel pump that's deceased
Ten days on the road now I'm four hours from my home town
Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around
Called my girl to tell her of the trouble that I'd had
First time I called her in ten days, guess that made her mad
Far as she's concerned I belong in this Hoosier state
Stuck in Indianapolis with no way to set things straight
[Chorus]
Sitting in this bar is getting more than I can stand
If I could catch a ride I really think I'd ditch this van
Who knows what this repair will cost, scared to spend a dime
I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time
If I ever leave here I hope never to return
If I get that van back, Man, the road I'm gonna burn
Right now my future's in the hand of them boys down at Firestone
Stuck in Indianapolis feeling all alone
[Chorus]
Shootin' Like A Bullet Thunderin' Thru The Heat Man's Lives Aren't Worth To Think You Start Again Fearing Devil's Hard Attack Thru Your Brain And Soul And The Engine Roars Behind Your Neck
Minding Life Is Over As You Take The Curve The Tyres Scream Your Heart Denies To Beat Diving Out The Bending The Straight-Line Comes Into Sight Jump To The Gathering Speed
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!
The Heat Inside Your Cockpit Demanding Blood And Sweat But You Are Fighting Further And The End Race Racin' Miles And Miles The Engine Starts To Glow Satan Is With You When You Die
And The Giant Pressure Pushes You In Your Seat Now Your Blood Is Starting To Boil Getting Nervous Can't Stand Avoid Burning Up The Track And You Are Feeking High And Free
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!
Chasin' Like A Wild Cat In Your Grasping Fists The Steering Wheel Leads You The Way You've Got To Racing Further Thru Or Into Hell And The Engine Roars Behind You Ass
Overtake The Other's Fight Em' Down And Out Satan Is With You When You Die Out There Is A Fortune Waitin' To Be Had Jump To It Gathering Speed
Save your breath and save your smile
This is not just a mood passing after a while
My compliment, you’d understand
That you’re everything else but surely not my friend
And all you say, is all I do
But hey this time, it's up to you