Five, six, seven, eight Dance with me in my backyard, boy Looking super fine in your corduroy Drive me around the block, we can go in a loop And we'll turn the volume up on some good boy-band tunes Love to feel the fresh air I can feel your eyes stare And I'm not gonna lie I get a little bit scared My heart is on wings I'm living in dreams And at the top of our lungs, we sing Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Everything is perfect Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da All our words were worth it Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Dancing around like a clown at the circus Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Backyard boy, you make me nervous Dance with me in my backyard, boy Looking super fine in your corduroy Roll the windows down, let the bass drop low When everybody's talking but I don't want to know Feel the fresh air I can feel your eyes stare And I'm not gonna lie I get a little bit scared My heart is on wings I'm living in dreams And at the top of our lungs, we sing Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Everything is perfect Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da All our words were worth it Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Dancing around like a clown at the circus Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Backyard boy, you make me nervous