(Ah summer nights) Summer nights and my radio Well that's all we need, baby, don'tcha know? We celebrate when the gang's all here In the heat of the summer Ain't no way I'm sittin' home tonight

All night long we a go ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Come make we play some ketchy shuby And when me shuby, you feel ketchy And when you ketchy, don't make it drop 'Cause if it drop, it will pop And if it pop, no

I've been waitin' all night, lookin' for you headlights Go anywhere you wanna go I don't really need to know, if my heart is in danger 'Cause as long as you're the driver I was walking down this broken road I was stranded, I was all alone Always played

Me and all my friends We drink up, we fall down And then we do it all again Get up, and go out You better hang on if your taggin' along 'Cause we'll be doin' this 'till six in the mornin' Nothin' wrong with goin' all night long Just not tough to put the

Even if the sky was falling down Even if the sky was falling, I'm not falling down I stand tall through it all, I've risked too much to just give up now I'm pushing on through Sure as the tide rolls in at night I'll still be here at the of days screaming

Not like you hold me, hold me Baby, love never felt so good And I doubt if it ever could And the night is gonna be just fine Gotta fly, gotta see, can't believe Tell me, if you really love me It's in and out of my life, in out baby Baby, love never felt

Just wanna stay up all night with you Living up in the air Living don't get you there I'll keep it moving Don't wait for nothing now Gotta keep it moving If you don't really care If you got the time to take it up there When you get the rhythm and words

Yeah that’s the way a night should feel With the top laid back and the stars all shining Rockin’ to the radio, you in that short crop tank top dressed to kill One hand on you, one on the wheel We were rollin’ down an open road The way a night should feel

Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing

My music at work Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone and The dummies might be right No matter what you heard You feel like a jerk Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date