Sixteen and flying down a backroad
Radio cranking makes the pedal go down
Blame it on the radio, blame it on the stereo
Blame it on the things we were too young to know.
Blame it on your summer glow, blame it on the love you show
Blame it on the things that make you go…
Woah.
Top down dying just to see you.
Radio cranking out my favorite tune
Sing it now, sing it now, sing it now
Top down dying just to see you
Blame it on the radio, blame it on the stereo
Blame it on the things we were too young to know.
Blame it on your summer glow, blame it on the love you show
Blame it on the things that make you go…
Woah.
Can’t go slow. You’re the song that makes me speed
Flying down a backroad to the girl that I still need
Boston lights fading in my rearview
I’m still flying home to see you.
Blame it on the radio, blame it on the stereo
Blame it on the things we were too young to know.
Blame it on your summer glow, blame it on the love you show
Blame it on the things that make you go…
Woah.