Lyrics
(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 ain't made for practicality
Yeah, I guess she's just like me
It's Saturday night, about time to go
Got my white leather jacket and a neon soul
Once I turn on the radio, I'm ready to roll
R-ready to roll
Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when I'm driving
Turning every head, hell, I ain't even trying
Got them Ray-Ban shades, pretty in pink
Call me old school, but hey
I'm a '90s baby
In my '80s Mercedes
I'm 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
She's my teenage time machine
Just keeps getting sweeter with age
She's classic through any decade
The sun's 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 I'm driving
Turning every head, hell, I ain't even trying
Got them Ray-Ban shades, pretty in pink
Call me old school, but hey
I'm a '90s baby
In my '80s Mercedes
I'm a '90s baby
In my '80s Mercedes
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh)
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh)
It's Saturday night, about time to go
Got my white leather jacket and a neon soul
Once I turn on the radio, I'm ready to roll
R-ready to roll
Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when I'm driving
Turning every head, hell, I ain't even trying
Got them Ray-Ban shades, pretty in pink
Call me old school, but hey
I'm a '90s baby
In my '80s Mercedes
I'm 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)
