Call me an addict
Call me insane
Can't kick the habit
It's in my veins
Hit after hit
Can't get enough
Baby, drop the needle
Turn it up
Turn it up and I'm
Seventeen, Springsteen
Bobbie Jean, Motor run
Gunning down a thunder road
Ready like Petty
Free falling like a refugee
Running down a dream
Wherever it goes
Keep them six strings ringing
The night is still young
Got that wheel spinning
Feeling like wings, singing
Band on the run
Run
Give me a white line
An open road
A rolling good time
From coast to coast
Night after night
Can't get enough
Gimme that hot
Turn it up
Turn it up and I'm
Seventeen, Springsteen
Bobbie Jean, Motor run
Gunning down a thunder road
Ready like Petty
Free falling like a refugee
Running down a dream
Wherever it goes
Keep them six strings ringing
The night is still young
Got that wheel spinning
Feeling like wings, singing
Band on the run
Run
Run
Run
Yeah
Kicking up dust
Ripping up rust
Nah ain't never gonna stop
Blackjack-d up
Hammer on down
Dock walking on the blacktop
Double on down to the party crowd
Yeah, we play to win
Got her rocking and a rolling
Like a wild wind blowing
I ain't no halfway
Gotta be all in
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Like the boss
We were born to run
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah I'm
Seventeen, Springsteen
Bobbie Jean, Motor run
Gunning down a thunder road
Ready like Petty
Free falling like a refugee
Running down a dream
Wherever it goes
Now, keep them six strings ringing
The night is still young
Got that wheel spinning
Feeling like wings, singing
Band on the run
Run
Run
Run
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh