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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 SongtexteHey, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania