|
I've got a 57' Chevy with four on the floor, |
|
glass packs, cheeter slicks, 454, |
|
girls on the phone, girls at my door, |
|
they just keep comin' back for more, |
|
I'm just a red-blooded, fun-lovin' all American boy. |
|
I've got a big Stratocaster and my band is hot, |
|
Wild streak a mile wild that just won't stop, |
|
Got a chain on my mirror made of beer can tops, |
|
A chip on my shoulder, better not knock it off, |
|
I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. |
|
Well her eyes are blue and her skin is tan, |
|
the girl looks to me, thinks that I'm all hands, |
|
and I'm gonna touch her every where I can, |
|
I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. |
|
I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. |
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah... |
|
I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. |
|
Ohh yeah... |
|
I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. |
