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’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