I’m parked on a bench at the crossroads, Boots on the pavement, heart in a slow mode. Girls pass by with a rhythm in their stride, And the whole street starts to shake from side to side. Sun hits the signs like a neon parade, And I’m stuck in a moment that the past once made. Funny how a stranger’s smile Can drag you back a thousand miles. Shake it up, shake it up—like the old school band, Beat‑up speakers and a dream in my hand. Those days hit hard like a runaway train, Crossroads bench, and I’m sixteen again. Yeah, shake it up, shake it up—hear the echo roll, Schoolyard thunder in my rock‑and‑roll soul. Teacher said, “Boy, you’ll never get far,” But I had big plans and a second‑hand guitar. Played our hearts out in the old gym hall, Thought we were legends, thought we’d conquer it all. Sneakin’ out windows just to feel alive, Runnin’ on the rush of a Friday night high. Every face that passes by Turns the world back to July. Shake it up, shake it up—like the old school band, Beat‑up speakers and a dream in my hand. Those days hit hard like a runaway train, Crossroads bench, and I’m sixteen again. Yeah, shake it up, shake it up—hear the echo roll, Schoolyard thunder in my rock‑and‑roll soul. Oh, the years keep movin’, but the beat stays tight, Like a vinyl crackle in the dead of night. And I swear I hear the old gang call, From the crossroads bench where I see it all. So I sit at the crossroads, watch the world parade, Every passing moment is a memory replayed. Shake it up, shake it up—let the past unfold, I’m still that kid with a rock‑and‑roll soul.
