All American Boy

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
Oh yeah…
I’m just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy