We gonna do this thing?

Well, come on then!

River road, chevy van, cherry classic coke can

Rolling on the floorboard; fleetwood, macklemore

Coming out the speakers, spilling on the t-shirts

Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers

Creek bank, tire swing, peeling off her blue jeans

Skinny deep sugar, fish a couple of new things

Hey, there ain't nothing wrong

Just making it up as we go along

Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah

Throw your hands up high

If the spirit moves ya, babe

Singing hey, hey, hey

We can do it old school, abc style

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle

A summer jam mixtape, vodka in your lemonade

(Alright, alright) like mcconaughey

White vinyl, gypsy revival

Traveling through the middle of the belt of the bible

Hula girl grass skirt shaking on the dashboard

Where we're going we don't need no passport

Hey, there ain't nothing wrong

Just making it up as we go along

Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah

Throw your hands up high

If the spirit moves ya, babe

Singing hey, hey, hey

We can do it old school, abc style

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle

Oh, some of us like to watch and some like to dance

Though we all wake up with the same stamp on our hands

Counting stars and counting cars and just counting miles

Doing it freestyle, you style, me style

Ain't got nowhere to be child

Hey, there ain't nothing wrong

Just making it up as we go along

Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah

Throw your hands up high

If the spirit moves ya, babe

Singing hey, hey, hey

We can do it old school, abc style

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle

Oh, you can count it all, baby 1, 2, 3, child

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle