I’m all dressed up
I can’t talk
Mom, I’m hanging up
your Saturday night calls are exhausting and wearing me out

I’m going out
This night I’m out
I’ll be with a girl
Lying in bed having sex and champagne.

Into the summer I’ll draw all my friends
driving with the top down
Driving along straight roads
And if we get thirsty
we’ll drink dad’s champagne
on an Island in the west
We’ll fall in love again.

My pretty track star-team
I’m running indeed
Rock’n’Rolling
this speed
I’m furious and dangerous
and now I only have to sing and nod my head to this beat
The living summer in my blood
I’m drowning
and I just can’t get enough.