We have the Beach Boys blastin' in our white car
This is who we really are, Jersey Shore trailer parks
Me and Jimmy and our friends, this is where the story ends

Late truck stop nights
Wearin' blue jeans tight, wearin' blonde hair high
Girls are in their gold lamé
Betty-Lou and Lana Ray dreamin' about Monterrey
Maybe in a month or two (Monterrey)
Monterrey, Monterrey, Monterrey

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl more pretty
Do you wanna get low-down and gritty?
Do you wanna go back out again?
We stop at 7-Eleven in his white Pontiac heaven
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love forever?

I can see the sparkle in your eyes
I can see it now as I get closer
From what I've heard, it's no surprise
You more crazy than a roller coaster
You more crazy than a roller coaster

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl more pretty
Do you wanna get low-down and gritty?
Do you wanna do the heroin? Ah-ah
We stop at 7-Eleven in his white Pontiac heaven
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love forever?

And I don't know
But I see the signs, see the signs
I see the signs
But I see the signs
I shine as if I know anything
But I know the king

You're the king
You're the king, you're the king
You're the king, you're the king