All American Boy

(albüm: Down For The Count - 1985)

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 coming back for more
I'm just a red-blooded, fun-loving 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-loving 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-loving all American boy

I'm just a red-blooded fun-loving all American boy

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

I'm just a red-blooded fun-loving all American boy

Oh yeah...

I'm just a red-blooded fun-loving all American boy