i guess you're old enough to know kids out on the east coast roughly twenty years old got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio of warm beer to the summer smoke and the meat loaf to the billy joel certain songs they get so scratched into our souls
she goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car she looks shallow but shes neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars she's pulling out her shirttails and jacking up her socks stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along b-1 is for the good girls it's only the good die young c-9 is for the making eyes it's paradise by the dashboard light d4 is for the lovers b12 is for the speeders and the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends and they're playing it again ellen foley gives us hope certain songs they get scratched into our souls
i guess you're old enough to know kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes screwing in the surf and going out to shows they get high and ride around in gtos i guess you're old enough to know CERTAIN SONGS THEY GET SCRATCHED INTO OUR SOULS