Pontiac Steve

Lyrics

Steve's got his Pontiac shining bright Ready for cruising on Friday night Speakers pumping, bass turned high Weekend warriors 'til the morning light Oh Steve, Steve, Steve Got the backseat bouncing to the beat Oh Steve, Steve, Steve Making memories that can't be beat Friends pile in with a six-pack cold Stories to share and jokes to be told Max volume on that car stereo Singing along to the rock and roll Friday night, feeling alright Cruising with Steve 'til the morning light Pit stop needed after too many beers "Pull over, Steve!" as everyone cheers Roadside relief under starlit skies The night's still young in Steve's paradise Oh Steve, Steve, Steve Got the backseat bouncing to the beat Oh Steve, Steve, Steve Making memories that can't be beat Guys and gals dancing in the street Summer night heat, can't feel our feet Steve's our captain on this ship of fools Breaking every boring weekend rule Sunday morning, heads pounding hard Memories fuzzy from Steve's wild card Worth the pain of the morning after For a night filled with friends and laughter Oh Steve, Steve, Steve Got the backseat bouncing to the beat Oh Steve, Steve, Steve Making memories that can't be beat 'Til next Friday... with Steve