All American Boy

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