Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

(Kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Fake Tales of San Francisco I don't want to hear, you know Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

So D.J. spin the sounds There ain't no way that your gonna Groove all night Keep the boogie alright Get that sound Everybody just get on down Sit us down Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out There's a steam beat

You got me runnin', you got me searchin' It's so sad if that's the way it's over Hold on (hold on), sweet talkin' lover (hold on) Slow down (slow down), sweet talkin' woman (She's gone so long) What can I do? I gotta get back to you (Where could she be?)

Being an all nighter with the hippies and the hicks Money grows in rows And if it don't you've gone broke We crank it up, down here We get loud, down here The jocks and bikers they all came to kick it in the sticks Our side of the barbed wire We hang out

Good fortune comes our way And we ride down Kings Highway, yeah yeah Lover, I'll await the day When the time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from From trouble my love Under a big ol' sky

Keep me in mind (Keep me in mind) Somewhere down the road you might get lonely And I pray someday that you will love me only Well the world can be real tough This is gonna be funky How come all the pretty girls like you are taken baby I've been looking