I choose not to hear them now Noise in the background bleeding out Seven summers and we're still sitting here I ain't going nowhere, stay with me dear We're getting close but there's a ways to go Still can't find a down payment on a home What they teach you in driving school? Model citizenship and the rules For living day to day according to popular sway Nine to nine, work all the time If you'll be waiting on me, I'll be fine Expectations come with the age Certain stigmas working minimum wage When the pressures of the culture get strong Our love will never keep a record of wrong We're getting close but there's a ways to go Still can't find a down payment on a home What they teach you in driving school? Model citizenship and the rules For living day to day according to popular sway Nine to nine, work all the time If you'll be waiting on me, I'll be fine For living day to day according to popular sway Nine to nine, work all the time If you'll be waiting on me, I'll be fine I'll be fine, I'll be fine

Roads Well so I've been told They lead to your door We roam like ghosts Signs They stay in the mind You left them behind It's yours your time Take these wheels out for the summer I'm just tired of being a stranger See no doubt its all in the blind spot It's a simple rule of driving school While We're having good fortune Put words to a good tune They come soon I know When We're sick to our seams Not all what it seems The stars are near not far Take these wheels out of town I'm not into hanging around See no doubt its all in the blind spot It's a simple rule of driving school

Countersuit against the restaurant dude Accusing you of everything you never did do Some people find it easier to dish it out to others Than eat it themselves and pay for their mothers Put up your dukes and always try to tell the truth Dressing up a lie in white don't make it right Don't ask why you gotta eat a humble pie Just be a good sport and an upright guy The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve But you fail or you pass Damage control, is your heart getting cold Kneeling at the altar trying-a sell out your soul Saturday women and a forty-dollar steak Sunday morning singing high praise Proving that you're no more than a paperback kid Wearing on your collar that fraternity bid But counting a keg stand don't make you a real man Looking in hindsight, you'll understand The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve But you fail or you pass The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve

I choose not to hear them now Noise in the background bleeding out Seven summers and we're still sitting here I ain't going nowhere, stay with me dear We're getting close but there's a ways to go Still can't find a down payment on a home What they teach you in driving school? Model citizenship and the rules For living day to day according to popular sway Nine to nine, work all the time If you'll be waiting on me, I'll be fine Expectations come with the age Certain stigmas working minimum wage When the pressures of the culture get strong Our love will never keep a record of wrong We're getting close but there's a ways to go Still can't find a down payment on a home What they teach you in driving school? Model citizenship and the rules For living day to day according to popular sway Nine to nine, work all the time If you'll be waiting on me, I'll be fine For living day to day according to popular sway Nine to nine, work all the time If you'll be waiting on me, I'll be fine I'll be fine, I'll be fine

Six years young in Chicago Seven feet of snow everywhere you go Walk half a mile to school every day We're sledding and we don't wanna go Rode a paper route in the summertime Landed one through the neighbor's French door Made best friends with a leather belt Found my black phantom in the garbage can Poppa's sippin' something on the sofa Working up to two packs a day He's the king of the bowling lane Saturday Nailing sheetrock on the rest Momma's wearing makeup in the kitchen I guess that's why the bacon tastes good She got high heeled slippers and an apron on 'Cause that's the way Sears liked her best Remember Ritchie Valens and the plane crash Remember Buddy Holly and The Bopper I cried myself to sleep for a week and a half That'll Be the Day just ain't the same Elvis joined the army and forsook us all Traded rock and roll for a buzz cut Jerry Lee and Myra Gale tied a knot Those were the days the music died Kid's fashion is hard line of work When all you've got to go on is headlines and dirt Kid's fashion is hard line of work When all you've got to go on is headlines and dirt 1959 was a good year 1959 was a good year A Fender Stratocaster and a tweed amp Is all you ever needed to be famous