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All Revved Up With No Place To Go Lyrics

from Bat Out Of Hell

"All Revved Up With No Place To Go" is track #6 on the album Bat Out Of Hell. It was written by Jim Steinman.
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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 through
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 jackal
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 jackal 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

Songwriters
JIM STEINMAN

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