@migu music@

Well, I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy

Looking out for something to do

And you were nothing but a all-American lonely girl

But you were something like a dream come true

I am a varsity tackle and a hell of a block

And when I played my guitar

I made the canyons rock

But every Saturday night, I felt the fever grow

All revved up and no place to go

All revved up and no place to go

All revved up and no place to go

All revved up and no place to go

All revved up and no place to go