Champagne in the Backseat (Cruisin’ Through Hässleholm)

Saturday night, and the town's alive,
Hässleholm roars like a V8 drive.
Power Meet buzzin', chrome on parade,
Kids on the sidewalk, waving in shade.

I fired up my Cadillac, smooth and wide,
Bjarne with a beer sittin’ close by my side.
Pernilla and the girls in the back poppin’ corks,
Laughin' like queens on a champagne course.

Champagne in the backseat, rockabilly loud,
Windows down rollin’ through the crowd.
Cruisin’ that strip where the headlights gleam,
Living this night like a summertime dream.

Radio blastin', we howl and we sing,
Wheels rollin’ steady like a rockabilly swing.
Sun hittin’ low behind red-brick walls,
V8 thunder as the twilight calls.

Down to the clubhouse, Eagle’s out in Stoby,
Bar lights glowing and the vibe’s so cozy.
Gravel lot dancing, hearts runnin’ wild,
We were young again, every rebel child.

Champagne in the backseat, rockabilly loud,
Windows down rollin’ through the crowd.
Cruisin’ that strip where the headlights gleam,
Living this night like a summertime dream.
Champagne in the backseat, never felt so free,
Midnight miles and a wild melody.
Cadillac dreams on a Saturday night,
Hässleholm burnin’ in moonlit light.