More songs by American Hi-Fi
Description
Performed By: American Hi-Fi
Producer: American Hi-Fi
Additional Musicians: Butch Walker
Producer: Butch Walker
Masterer: George Marino
Assistant Engineer: Kevin Szymanski
Mixer, Recorded By: Paul David Hager
Composer: American Hi-Fi
Contributor: Lyle Owerko
Lyricist: Stacy Jones
Lyrics and translation
Original
Chicka ah ah, chicka ah ah. Chicka ah ah, chicka ah ah. Chicka ah ah, chicka ah ah.
She likes the boys in the band.
I'm moving fast as I can.
Sliding over in her direction.
Pause to check out my reflection.
She's wearing all the right clothes.
The Jam is playing on her stereo.
Checking emails on her phone.
She got more hits than The Rolling Stones.
Hell yeah, so young and fine. Could she be the one, my baby?
I'm gonna make her mine, at least for tonight.
Hey y'all, I gotta know, did she get my number maybe?
You tell her blow me up, I'm one call away. Hell yeah.
She's everything that you need.
The kinda girl we all dream of.
Long legs never stop.
Like all those videos from ZZ Top.
She got the stars in her eyes.
And she don't mind if you tease her.
Can't get her out of my mind.
Can't you see she put the freak on me?
Hell yeah, so young and fine. Could she be the one, my baby?
I'm gonna make her mine, at least for tonight.
Hey y'all, I gotta know, did she get my number maybe?
You tell her blow me up, I'm one call away. Hell yeah.
You know it hurts when she looks so bad.
Can't you see you're the best thing I ever had?
I'm walking out the door before I act like a fool. She's not that cool.
Chicka ah ah, chicka ah ah.
Hell yeah, so young and fine. Could she be the one, my baby?
I'm gonna make her mine, at least for tonight.
Hey y'all, I gotta know, did she get my number maybe?
You tell her blow me up, I'm one call away. Hell yeah, so young and fine. Could she be the one, my baby?
I'm gonna make her mine, at least for tonight.
Hey y'all, I gotta know, did she get my number maybe?
You tell her blow me up, I'm one call away. Hell yeah