Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Still runs good, built to last
Moves like a hula girl on the dash
She aint made for practicality
Yeah, I guess shes just like me
Its Saturday night, about time to go
Got my white leather jacket and a neon soul
Once I turn on the radio, Im ready to roll
R-ready to roll
Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when Im driving
Turning every head hell I aint even trying
Got them Ray-Ban shades pretty in pink
Call me old school, but hey
Im a 90s baby
In my 80s Mercedes
Im a 90s baby
In my 80s Mercedes
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Pop the top down like a summer dream
Shes my teenage time machine
Just keeps getting sweeter with age
Shes classic through any decade
The suns in the sky, glitter on the seats
You can try, but the Benz is hard to beat
So hey, if you want you can ride with me
Ride, ride with me
Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when Im driving
Turning every head hell I aint even trying
Got them Ray-Ban shades pretty in pink
Call me old school, but hey
Im a 90s baby
In my 80s Mercedes
Im a 90s baby
In my 80s Mercedes
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Its Saturday night, about time to go
Got my white leather jacket and a neon soul
Once I turn on the radio, Im ready to roll
R-ready to roll
Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when Im driving
Turning every head hell I aint even trying
Got them Ray-Ban shades pretty in pink
Call me old school, but hey
Im a 90s baby
In my 80s Mercedes
Im a 90s baby
In my 80s Mercedes
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh