We gonna do this thing? Well, come on then! River road, Chevy van, share a classic 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 grass skirt shaking on the dashboard Where we're going we don't need no passport 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