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Hey yeah yeah I'm the product of love, April '97 Two kids at an Allman Brothers show My daddy was a hometown last name legend Mama tied to the whipping post They raised me on red book hymns and Lynyrd Skynyrd Taught me every word to Curtis Loew And I always thought their soundtrack was mine 'Til I found one of my own I'm making my own melody I'll follow that road up ahead of me Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now My song, my style, my soul, my sound Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now I tried to like house for eight long months For a bum named Benny in a van His to-do list said “get a haircut” His dad said “get a five year plan” I bet he's still spending rent money on drugs That make him feel like Peter Pan To this day, I hate "Heat Waves" Every other song on "Dreamland" Songtexte I'm making my own melody I'll follow that road up ahead of me Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now My song, my style, my soul, my sound Yeah hey hey, I run the radio now I'm making my own melody I'll follow that road up ahead of me Turn it up too loud, roll the windows down Hey, hey, I run the radio now My song, my style, my soul, my sound Hey, hey, I run the radio now Aus Songtexte Mania