18 minute ride on that yellow hunk of metal,
I get the back seat,
Just enough time to unwind,
Before we get back to school
Untangling my headphones,
Been curled up in a ball inside my backpack,
Now dangling from my ears,
All those adolescent years you can't get back
Thinking 'bout it makes me smile,
So I'll turn on that radio dial
And I get back to the good times,
Get back all my records I was raised up on,
I get back and find inspiration in a song,
I get back on the saddle,
When I'm sad I'll turn it back over again,
And just like that I get back
When I get Back in Black spitting out the speakers,
It feels just like the first time,
Fumbling fingers on a guitar,
Trying to figure out the parts those brothers played,
And when I'd get back home from school,
Yeah all I'd wanna do is just make music,
And when the bands would come to town,
Mom and dad would take me down,
And we'd get back late
(So late)
Yeah thinking 'bout it makes me smile,
So every now and then on the radio dial
I get back to the good times,
Get back all my records I was raised up on,
I get back and find inspiration in a song,
I get back on the saddle,
When I'm sad I'll turn it back over again,
And just like that I get back
I get back,
I get back,
I get back,
I get back,
I get back oh I get back
I get back to the good times,
Get back all my records I was raised up on,
I get back and find inspiration in a song,
I get back on the saddle,
When I'm sad I'll turn it back over again,
And just like that I get back
Get back,
Oh I get back
(Hey)