​[Intro]

(Sound of a TV dial clicking through static)

(Bright, 90s-style synth melody kicks in)

(Drum beat: punchy and clean)

​[Verse 1]

The VCR is blinking "12:00" on the shelf

I’m ten years old and talking to myself

Checking the clock, counting down the hours

Waiting for the magic of the broadcast towers

No "Skip Intro," no "Binge-watch" high

Just a long, slow week under a suburban sky

Waiting for the theme song, waiting for the glow

Of the only three stories we really needed to know.

​[Pre-Chorus]

Kevin Arnold’s voice was the sound of my soul

Winnie Cooper’s smile was the ultimate goal

We were growing up fast in a black-and-white haze

Lost in the magic of The Wonder Years days.

​[Chorus]

Oh, take me back to the 90210

Where Dylan had the hair and Brandon had the flow

Debating at the bus stop, fighting for our side

"Is Brenda coming back?"—it was a rollercoaster ride!

Watching Baywatch beach in a slow-mo run

Saving our hearts under the California sun

We didn't have the web, we didn't have the feed

Just a seven-day wait was all we’d ever need!

​[Verse 2]

At the monkey bars, the council would meet

With a bag of Cheetos and the dusty heat

"I’m telling you, Kelly is the one for him!"

"Nah, Steve Sanders is looking way too slim!"

We’d argue ‘bout the plot like a Supreme Court case

With the chocolate milk dripping down a messy face

Speculating wild, making up the scenes

The ultimate critics in our baggy-fit jeans.

​[Bridge]

(Music breaks down into a groovy bass solo)

(Sound of a dial-up modem connecting in the background)

Now it’s all on tap, it’s all on demand

A million different stories in the palm of my hand

But the magic’s in the static, the magic’s in the wait

Checking the TV Guide to negotiate with fate!

(Guitar Solo - Bright, poppy, and very "Summer of '95")

​[Chorus]

Oh, take me back to the 90210

Where Dylan had the hair and Brandon had the flow

Debating at the bus stop, fighting for our side

"Is Brenda coming back?"—it was a rollercoaster ride!

Watching Baywatch beach in a slow-mo run

Saving our hearts under the California sun

We didn't have the web, we didn't have the feed

Just a seven-day wait was all we’d ever need!

​[Outro]

(Synth slows down, becoming a bit dreamy)

"Next week on an all-new episode..."

Yeah, I’ll be right here.

Same time, same channel.

Don't spoil it for me, man!

(Sound of a TV being clicked off - Pop!)

(Fade to silence)

​[End]