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

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

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