Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up.
We'll be running down the street, yelling "***!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up.
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
