That's a death-defying walk she's got
Dancing to the parking lot, ooh eighteen
What she does to t-shirts
So good makes my eyes hurt, ooh, eighteen
Somebody ought to write a song about it so I did
Makes me wish I was a kid again, eighteen
We were made out of asbestos
Dairy Queen for breakfast at eighteen, eighteen
Rock and roll was king
and cars were everything at eighteen, eighteen
Nobody could have told us anything and if they tried
It gave us something to fight about at eighteen
Blue jeans, young hearts knockin' out big dreams
You and me work we're burning like gasoline
It's amazing that we ever lived past, eighteen
Shooting city limit signs
Chasing girls and wasting time, ooh, eighteen
Pretending we were tough
Telling stories that we made up, ooh, eighteen
Dressing like the pictures hanging in our bedroom
We tore out of a magazine, at eighteen
Cruisin' in convertibles, completely indestructible
We were hookin' up and hangin' out
Believing what we sang about, eighteen
Kroeger on a Friday night, making circles out of headlights
Yeah it felt so good being alive, eighteen