[Verse 1] I was a kid when the record spun Kitchen floor turning into fun Dad knew the words, Mom clapped on two Every little room had a dance floor view [Pre-Chorus] From FM radios to the Saturday show Those big-hearted melodies still know where to go [Chorus] I’m a child of the eighties, raised on a song Hands in the air when the whole room sang along Rock, soul, funk, disco—every color, every sound That was the music that could turn us around I’m a child of the eighties, and I still believe A great song’s a gift you can carry and keep [Verse 2] Country roads humming beside the pop parade Soft-rock harmonies the summer made A bright brass line, a guitar held high A voice that could lift every heart in the sky [Pre-Chorus] From the first little beat to the last encore Those records made us ask for more [Chorus] I’m a child of the eighties, raised on a song Hands in the air when the whole room sang along Rock, soul, funk, disco—every color, every sound That was the music that could turn us around I’m a child of the eighties, and I still believe A great song’s a gift you can carry and keep [Bridge] The years move on, but the hook stays bright One familiar chord and I’m back that night No matter where this road may bend That old soundtrack is still my friend [Final Chorus] I’m a child of the eighties, raised on a song Hands in the air when the whole room sang along Rock, soul, funk, disco—every color, every sound That was the music that could turn us around I’m a child of the eighties, let the whole world sing Those songs still give my heart its wings [Outro] Still singing along Still singing along
