Titel: THE KIDS AMERICA Interpret: MATTHEW WILDER -------------------------------------------------------------------- Rocket with the top down, barrelling down highway 9, Pickin' up the same crowd by the pepsi sign. Baby, gun your gas, paint your lipstick on 'till it shines like glass - midnight riders, lovers, rock and roll. Oh yea, yea, yea. Got it in the blood, the kids american. Underneath the hood, you know the kid's american. 'cause he looks so good, the kid's american. Cruisin' faster than he should, the kid's american. Out behind the high-school smokin' that cigarette. Deep into the blue jean, gonna get deeper yet. On the night cool grass Something's in the wind And it's comin' fast. - Hold in baby, try to take it slow. Oh no, yea, yea. Got it in the blood, The kids american. . . . Drag it out all night, till There's nothing leff by morning light. Drive until your chassis Bottoms out. Oh yea, yea, yea. Got it in the blood, The kids american. . . .
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