It ain't the way that it drives or it rides down the highway
Four wheels of freedom just eating up the fast lane
Small block, rocking like a sold out show
And no, it ain't the way that the tailpipes sound when they growling
Turns my head around and gets my heart pounding
Every time one flies past me down the road, no
It's the summer that I lost it, rolling in the backseat
Tinting up the windows with a fresh coat of steam
Moonlight shining and his blue eyes taking my breath away
That's why I love Chevrolets
That's why I love Chevrolets
Friday night, 17, living the dream
Revving at the red light when it turns green
Buckle up, pop the clutch, hold on baby, let's go
And let the good times roll
[?] down a back road onto the shoulder
Kicking off the headlights, baby climb on over
Make a little music [?] singing on the radio, whoa
It's the summer that I lost it, rolling in the backseat
Tinting up the windows with a fresh coat of steam
Moonlight shining and its blue light's taking my breath away
That's why I love Chevrolets
Ain't it funny how small town memories
Smell like summer and gasoline
It's the summer that I lost it, rolling in the backseat
Tinting up the windows with a fresh coat of steam
Moonlight shining and his blue eyes taking my breath away
It's the summer that I lost it, rolling in the backseat
Tinting up the windows with a fresh coat of steam
Moonlight shining and his blue eyes taking my breath away
That's why I love Chevrolets
That's why I love Chevrolets
That's why I love Chevrolets, whoa