'67 Mustang, listen for the V8

Pick you up and hit the road

Yeah, freedom was a highway, hair was blowing sideways

Headed anywhere but home

Now I turn that key just to turn back time

I can't help it, baby, I'm

Still racin' down them same old streets

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Still reach for you in that shotgun seat

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Still hear you singin', "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

To the radio, oh, oh, oh, oh

I rev it up, we're seventeen

Girl, it's just muscle memory

We'd stop off for some Millers, park down by the river

Drunk on more than just the beer

You gave me the green light, heart was to the red line

Windows anything but clear

But I go back every time

I put this thing in drive, yeah, I'm

Still racin' down them same old streets

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Still reach for you in that shotgun seat

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Still hear you singin', "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

To the radio, oh, oh, oh, oh

I rev it up, we're seventeen

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Still racin' down them same old streets

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Still reach for you in that shotgun seat

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Still hear you singin', "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

To the radio, oh, oh, oh, oh

I rev it up, we're seventeen

Girl, it's just muscle memory

Yeah

Girl, it's just muscle memory