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All Revved Up With No Place To Go

Guitars: Todd Rundgren
Piano Roy Bittan
Bass Kasim Sulton
Drums John Wilcox
Saxophone Edgar Winter
Background vocals Ellen Foley

 

I was nothing but a lonely boy looking for something new
 And you were nothing but a lonely girl
 But you were something
 Something like a dream come true

 I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block 
When I played my guitar
 I made the canyons rock-but- 
Every Saturday night 
I felt the fever grow 
Do ya know what it's like
 All revved up with no place to go 
Do ya know what it's like
 All revved up with no place to go 

In the middle of a steaming night I'm tossing in my sleep
 And in the middle of a red-eyed dream 
I see you coming
 Coming on to give it to me

 I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
 And like a son of a jackel
 I'm a leader of the pack-but- 
Every Saturday night 
I felt the fever grow 
Do ya know what it's like
 All revved up with no place to go 
Do ya know what it's like 
All revved up with no place to go 

Oh, Baby, I'm a hunter in the dark of the forest 
I've been stalking you and tracking you down
 Cruising up and down the main drag all night long 
We could be standing at the top of the world 
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
 You and me 'round about midnight 
You and me 'round about midnight 
Someone's got to draw first 
Draw first 
Someone's got to draw first blood 
Someone's got to draw first blood 
Oooh I got to draw first blood Oooh 
I got to draw first blood

 I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
 And like a son of a jackel I'm a leader of the pack-but-
 Every Saturday night I felt the fever grow
 Do ya know what it's like 
All revved up with no place to go
 Do ya know what it's like
 All revved up with no place to go

 I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
 Looking out for something to do 
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl 
But you were something like a dream come true 
I was 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 with no place to go 
All revved up with no place to go
  All revved up with no place to go  
 All revved up with no place to go 
All revved up with no place to go

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