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Sun down, caught up
Thinking 'bout some girl,
And how I might get lucky.
Walking the railroad tracks,
Bud Light from my man,
Clayton's got the thirty on his shoulder
And the whole world in his hands.
And it's fake ID's at Spirit of '76,
High tops short skirts on long-leg kids.
Got a girl sat on your handlebars,
Drop her off after dark in her front yard.
Those days burn up in the moonlight,
There's only seven years of your life
When you can claim your teenage rights.
Hold fast, suburbanite.
Full moon lighting up the river,
Blueing up the sky.
Pauly's old Suburban,
Back then it seemed to fly.
Put me in the backseat,
Let me close my eyes.
Take me to the party,
Won't you take me for a ride.
Well it's fake ID's at Spirit of '76,
High tops short skirts on long-leg kids.
Got a girl sat on your handlebars,
Drop her off after dark in her front yard.
Those days burn up in the moonlight,
There's only seven years of your life
When you can claim your teenage rights.
Hold fast, suburbanite.
And it's fake ID's at Spirit of '76,
High tops short skirts on long-leg kids.
Got a girl sat on your handlebars--
Just a kiss, boy... not so far.
Those days burn up in the moonlight,
There's only seven years of your life
When you can claim your teenage rights.
Hold fast, suburbanite.
Hold fast, suburbanite.
Hold fast, suburbanite.