I've got a '57 Chevy with four on the floor
Blast packs, cheetah slicks, four fifty four
Girls on the phone, girls at my door
They just keep comin', beg for more
I'm just a red- blooded, fun-lovin' all American boy
I'm just a red-blooded, fun-lovin' all American boy
Got a pink 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!
Ow!
Well, her eyes are blue and her skin is tan
The girl next to me thinks that I'm all hands
And I'm gonna touch her everywhere 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
Oh, yeah
I'm just a red-blooded, fun-lovin' all American boy
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