Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

Hello world Well hello world How you been Good to see you, my old friend Traffic crawls Cell phone calls Talk radio screams at me Through my tinted window I see A little girl, rust red minivan

All we hear is radio ga ga You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio) Radio goo goo Radio ga ga Radio ga ga Radio blah blah

You fell into our arms We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do This far but no further

Not like you hold me, hold me Baby, every time I love you In and out of my life, in out baby Tell me, if you really love me So baby, love never felt so good Let me see you move, come on Gotta fly, gotta see, can't believe Let me see you move

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Give me some of that Baby, you look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through the window, country on the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the bedroom We've been out all

So good to be bad I say why does it feel so good? Getting what I want, boy Why does that make you so mad? You see, why does it feel so good? 'Cause if it's trouble that you're looking for Oh baby, here I am (I am) Oh baby, here I am I said why does it

Everything stops where the pavement ends. You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio. Find a lighter, live a little high. Take it all in, let the good times roll. And on a clear night, Who needs the headlights? Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight.