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All American Boy - Y & T

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'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

I'm just a red-blooded

Fun-lovin' all American boy

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Oh

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