I'm nothing but a lonely all american boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all american girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I am a varsity tackle and the head of the block
When I played the guitar I made the canyon rock
But every saturday night I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
Writer(s): Jim Steinman
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