We gonna do this thing?
Well, come on then!
River road, Chevy van, share a cla**ic coke
And rub it on the floor both feet, boy knock 'em all
Coming out the speakers, spilling on the t-shirts
Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers
Gray band tie, swing peeling of her blue jeans
Skinny deep sugar, fish a couple of new things
Hey, it ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the speed remove your pain
Singing hey, hey, hey
We can do it old school, ABC style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
A summer jam mixtape, vodka and a lemonade
(Alright, alright) like McConaughey
White vinyl, gipsy revival
Traveling through the middle of the bell to the bubble
Hula girl gra** skirt shaking on the dashboard
Where we're going we don't need no pa**port
Hey, it ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the speed remove your pain
Singing hey, hey, hey
We can do it old school, ABC style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Oh, some of us like to watch and some like to dance
But we all wake up with the same stamp on our hands
Counting stars and counting cars and just counting miles
Do it in freestyle, you style, me style
Ain't got a where to be child
Hey, it ain't nothing wrong
Just making it up as we go along
Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah
Throw your hands up high
Let the speed remove your pain
Singing hey, hey, hey
We can do it old school, ABC style
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle
Oh, you can count it all, baby 1, 2, 3, child
Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle