Karaoké Year to Be Young 1994 Stephen Wilson Jr.

I must admit I felt the flame

Kurt Cobain, a Fender Mustang

MTV brought me up

This is your brain on drugs

I won't forget that first girlfriend that got me in

The Boys, The Men

I grew up a lot that year

My sweatshirt said no fear, ha

My life was a stereo

Man, it was everything

First one in line for the last dance with Mary Jane

Hiding in my headphones laying on a bedroom floor

Nineteen ninety-four

Tell mom, see ya later

Don't be blowing up my pager

When the show's over I'll come home

When that is, I don't know

Hmm

Teen spirit in the air before we owned our own cell phones

In study hall passing notes

Yes, no, or I don't care

When my life was a stereo

Man, it was everything

Soundtrack, first kiss out at the roller rink

Hands held, two hearts falling on a hardwood floor

Nineteen ninety-four

Nineteen ninety-four

Think you know it all when you don't know any better

Tell yourself you're gonna live forever

Fires burning and I'm still holding the torch from nineteen ninety-four

Lay with me

Lay with me, yeah

Lay with me

Lay with me, yeah

Lay with me

Lay with me, yeah

My life was a stereo

Man, it was everything

Soundtrack takes me back through all those memories

Hiding in my headphones laying on the bedroom floor

It takes me back to the days when a song was so much more

Nineteen ninety-four

Nineteen ninety-four

Nineteen ninety-four