The Interstate

On the Interstate when the moon is right
 Radio turned low. I guess I wanted to go
 And the Boston Boys have the cutest butts
 And the Brooklyn Girls are kind of nuts
 And the Cleveland kids have a lot of guts
 Do you blame them for it, blame them
 Do you blame them for it, blame them
 On the interstate with the window cracked
 Radio turned low. I thought I needed to go
 And the Philly kids are little punk
 And the Athens Kids know how to get crunked
 And the Olly kinds are out of luck
 Do love them for it, love them
 Do love them for it, love them
 Next exit the road to Boston
 Next exit Bridge to Montreal
 Next exit Way back to your heart
 Next exit Ferry to Plattsburg
 Next exit Lights of New York
 Next exit the way back to your waiting arms
 On the Interstate
 And the Boston Boys have the cutest butts
 When the moon is right
 And the Brooklyn Girls are kind of nuts
 Radio turned low, and the Cleveland
 Kids have a lot of guts
 I guess I wanted to go
 Do you blame them for it, blame them
 On the interstate
 And the Philly kids are little punk
 With the window cracked
 And the Athens Kids know how to get crunked
 Radio turned low
 And the Olly kinds are out of luck
 I thought I needed to go
 Do you love them for it, love them
 Next exit the road to Boston
 Next exit Bridge to Montreal
 Next exit Way back to your heart
 Next exit Ferry to Plattsburg
 Next exit Lights of New York
 Next exit the way back to your waiting arms
 Your waiting arms
 Your waiting arms