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