High on the Radio

You were standing on the pier
With your fingers in your hair
Looking cooler than the ocean breeze
And I was sitting in the shade
Baby, trying not to stare
At the fit of your faded jeans

That was a summer I can never forget
Had me riding shotgun in your red Corvette
I can hear that song playing in my head
Hanging out the window

Singing hey-ey-ey whoa-oa-oa
Cars were fast, and time was slow
Hey-ey-ey sun got low
We got high on the radio
Hey-ey-ey
Whoa-oa-oa

Remember sneaking out the back
Of that dusty dive bar
And I raced you to the water line?
We tossed our bottles in the sand
Left our clothes in the car
In that moment, baby, you were mine

That was a summer I can never forget
The stereo was cranked in your red Corvette
The air was sticky-hot, and we dripping wet
Steaming up the windows

Hey-ey-ey Whoa-oa-oa
Cars were fast, and time was slow
Hey-ey-ey sun got low
We got high on the radio
Hey-ey-ey
Whoa-oa-oa
Hey-ey-ey
Whoa-oa-oa

That was a summer I can never forget
Had me riding shotgun in your red Corvette
I can hear that song playing in my head
Hanging out the window, oh

Hey-ey-ey Whoa-oa-oa
Cars were fast, and time was slow
Hey-ey-ey whoa-oa-oa
Cars were fast, and time was slow
Hey-ey-ey sun got low
We got high on the radio
Hey-ey-ey Whoa-oa-oa
Cars were fast, and time was slow
Hey-ey-ey Sun got low
We got high on the radio
Hey-ey-ey Whoa-oa-oa (yeah, yeah)
Hey-ey-ey Whoa-oa-oa (oooh, oooh)