Lyrics

Davey called shotgun Johnny riding bitch – we’re trying to put a scratch on a middle-age itch – I pushed it to the floor got it up to 99 – jumped the railroad tracks just in the nick-of-time – I don’t know why we always lie but everybody wants to stay young until they die – and it’s one, two, three, four baby give a little give a little bit more – one, two, three , four – we’re crashing through your windows and we’re knocking down your door – We pulled into the roadhouse at 7:45 – the boys are telling stories all the typical jive – but coming from the club is the rockin’ sound of the girls on the dance floor jumpin’ all around – I don’t know why… (the lust for excitement is so hard to ignore) – Well, first we get loose and then we get tight nowadays my baby don’t put up much of a fight – we’re looking pretty good we’re going strong - when I was young I used to do this all night long – We get up to dance I put my hand on your hip – I pull you real close and I nibble on your lip – I kiss you on the neck then I whisper in your ear – come on baby let’s get out of here – Back out on the highway things are getting pretty hot – we pull into the closest motel parking lot – throw open the door fall on the bed in a heap – a romantic revelation and we’re both sound asleep – I don’t know why…