But the years went by and the rock just died/Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy/Long nights crying by the record machine/Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
Cheesy by today’s standards, sure. And maybe the “foreign guy” is vaguely xenophobic, if we’re picking it apart. But it’s the best distillation of nostalgia, puppy-love and innocence lost, and rock fetishism perhaps of all time. That and the falsetto “La, lalalala la” part is equal parts silly and super catchy; [LISTEN].