Before you know it, blue lights are chasing them through a cornfield, they jump a ditch, and they don’t want it to end, so they go looking for a dive bar.
By the time they were “rockin’ to the radio and fogging up the windows,” I stopped trying to count the clichés. I was less than two minutes in to a three minute song and I think literally every single trope and checklist item had been tossed at me. There may have been even more that I might have missed. I’m not sure.
There is not a single redeeming quality to this song. Not a shred of decency to be found anywhere in its 183-second playtime.