Backstreets
Call up your friends
Sneak out the window
Who gives a damn what your daddy say
We'll roll em up
Meet in the middle
Somewhere we all can get away
And we'll go driving down the back streets baby
Watching all the kids go crazy
Yeah, we're driving every back street baby, we know
Go where the breeze
Runs through the willows
No complaints on a Saturday
Roll all the stops
Looking for trouble
Sun coming up but we're still awake
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
Her hair down living wild and crazy
Yeah we're driving every back street baby, we know
And we're never coming home
Around we go
Singing songs on the radio
You've got the smell of smoke
On your fingers and in your clothes
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
Baby
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
Baby
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
We watching all the kids go crazy
Yeah, we're driving down the back streets baby
Her hair down living wild and crazy
Yeah, we're driving down the back streets baby
We watching all the kids go crazy
Yeah, we're driving every back street babe, we know (we know)
And we're never coming home
Driving all the back streets baby
Baby
Yeah, we're just driving all the back streets baby
Sneak out the window
Who gives a damn what your daddy say
We'll roll em up
Meet in the middle
Somewhere we all can get away
And we'll go driving down the back streets baby
Watching all the kids go crazy
Yeah, we're driving every back street baby, we know
Go where the breeze
Runs through the willows
No complaints on a Saturday
Roll all the stops
Looking for trouble
Sun coming up but we're still awake
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
Her hair down living wild and crazy
Yeah we're driving every back street baby, we know
And we're never coming home
Around we go
Singing songs on the radio
You've got the smell of smoke
On your fingers and in your clothes
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
Baby
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
Baby
And we're just driving down the back streets baby
We watching all the kids go crazy
Yeah, we're driving down the back streets baby
Her hair down living wild and crazy
Yeah, we're driving down the back streets baby
We watching all the kids go crazy
Yeah, we're driving every back street babe, we know (we know)
And we're never coming home
Driving all the back streets baby
Baby
Yeah, we're just driving all the back streets baby
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Writer(s): Frederick James Moore
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