Из альбома: True Believers
Seventeen, the only way I had a car
Is after I dropped my mama off where she needed to go
Four bald tires, with the ceiling fallin' and the window stuck
But the only thing I cared about was the radio
We’d turn it on, turn it up to ten, and everybody would jump on in
Riding 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
Like a feel real good song
We’ll know it when it comes on
Didn’t have no money, no place to go
All we needed was a radio
I’d grab my girl, we’d look for somewhere to watch the stars
The perfect place to put it in park and take it slow
She’d sing along, to even the ones that she barely knew
She still sounded good, a little out of tune, but we didn’t care
I’d look at her, she’d look at me, I’ll never forget that melody
Shhh, hey y’all be quiet
That’s my favorite song
Hey man turn it up loud
Come on, come on, come on
Riding 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
Like a feel real good song
We’ll know it when it comes on
Didn’t have no money, no place to go
All we needed was a radio
All we needed, all we needed now
Was a, was a, was a radio