Wake up, stand up, stretch, yawn|Put a pot of coffee on strong|So good, so far|I roll back roads and I hope|I can find some place your memory won't be|Then I see a little red car||CHORUS 1|Whoa oh, as long as they're making that Chevy Nova|Whoa oh, as long as you can still spring break Daytona|As long as there's still riverbanks|And stars hanging up in that sky|I'll look around anytime, any place|There'll always be something to remember you by||Might be a clear blue sky|Or a summer rain falling in July|A back porch, a front seat, a tailgate in the moonlight|A small town, city, I didn't know there could be so many|Little things, but anything can put you right back in my mind||CHORUS|Whoa oh, as long as they're bottling Peach Bacardi|Whoa oh, still dropping that ball on a New Year's party|As long as there's still fast lanes|And faded out old Levi's|I'll look around anytime, any place|There'll always be something to remember you by||Whoa oh, as long as it's been since I last kissed you|Whoa oh, you wouldn't think so much could make me miss you||CHORUS 1||Wake up, stand up, stretch, yawn|Put a pot of coffee on strong|So good, so far