I fought my way into sitting in the front, you agree to still drive
with my feet in your lap, we sing to every song that plays proud, loud
enough to be rude, also loud enough to say we don't give a shit,
windows open because only stiffs use air conditioning, arms up and out
and alive like we're trying to scare off a lion, I want to be this
crazy reckless 90mph young forever, but lately I've been feeling a
little creaky. I'm counting on the summer wind to save me.