That’s a death-defying walk she’s got Dancing to the parking lot ooh, 18
What she does to t-shirts So good makes my eyes hurt ooh, 18
Somebody ought to write a song about it so I did Makes me wish I was a kid again 18
We were made out of asbestos Dairy Queen for breakfast at 18 18
Rock and roll was king And cars were everything at 18 18 Nobody could have told us anything and if they tried It gave us something to fight about at 18
Blue jeans, young hearts knockin’ out big dreams You and me work we’re burning like gasoline It’s amazing that we ever lived past 18
Shooting city limit signs Chasing girls and wasting time ooh, 18 Pretending we were tough Telling stories that we made up ooh, 18 Dressing like the pictures hanging in our bedroom We tore out of a magazine at 18
Cruisin’ in convertibles, completely indestructible We were hookin’ up and hangin’ out Believing what we sang about 18 Kroeger on a Friday night, making circles out of headlights