Singin' To The Radio
Lyrics Greg Hanna

Written by: Greg Hanna, Wade Kirby, Kim Tribble

19805
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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 year's Mardi Gras y'all
She likes skinny dippin'
Loves puppy dogs
Craves banana pudding
But most of all

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
There ain't a song that she don't know
Every car she passes
Sees her in her sunglasses
Cruisin' 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

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
There ain't a song that she don't know
Every car she passes
Sees her in her sunglasses
Cruisin' down the road
Singin' to the radio

She likes cream soda
Goin' to the mall
Likes me a little
But most of all

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
There ain't a song that she don't know
Every car she passes
Sees her in her sunglasses
Cruisin' down the road
Singin' to the radio

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