Singin' To The Radio Lyrics

SINGIN TO THE RADIO

Written By; Greg Hanna, Kim Tribble

SHE'S GOT AN 89 WHITE IMPALA

GENUINE VINYL SEATS

SHE'S GOT BEADS ON HER MIRROR

SHE EARNED IN NEW ORLEANS

WHEN SHE WENT WITH HER SISTER

TO LAST YEARS' MARTI GRAS Y'ALL

SHE LIKES SKINNY DIPPIN'

LOVES PUPPY DOGS

CRAVES BANANNA PUDDING

BUT MOST OF ALL

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SHE LIKES SINGIN TO THE RADIO

TURNS IT UP LOUD

YOU'D SWEAR THAT GIRL

WAS SINGIN' TO A SOLD OUT CROWD

HAIR IN THE WIND

MOUTH OPEN WIDE

THE FASTER THE SONG

THE FASTER SHE DRIVES
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THERE AIN'T A SONG THAT SHE DON'T KNOW

EVERY CAR SHE PASSES

SEES HER IN HER SUNGLASSES

CRUSIN' DOWN THE ROAD

SINGIN' TO THE RADIO

SHE'S GOT A HIGH POWERED AMPLIFIER

YOU CAN HEAR IT 40 MILES AWAY

SHE'S GOT HER FINGER ON THE VOLUME

ANOTHER ON THE BUTTONS

CHANGIN' ALL THE STATIONS

TILL SHE HEARS THE ONE THAT MAKES HER SMILE

AND WHEN SHE STOPS AT A STOP-LIGHT

EVERYBODY STARES…

AND SHE KEEPS HER WINDOWS OPEN CAUSE SHE

DON'T CARE

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SHE LIKES CREAM SODA

GOIN TO THE MALL

LIKES ME A LITTLE

BUT MOST OF ALL