Brett Fromson - Burnin' lyrics

[Verse 1] There he is Seventeen He's got it goin', yeah, he's got it goin' He's got a lady, he's got an automobile [Verse 2] He's on the way to a better place He's in the money, yeah, he's in the money He's got a plane ticket and the American dream [Pre-Chorus 1] Ticket stubs and posters sticking to the wall A brand new guitar that he got last fall And a mirror on the door that's a window to the Hollywood Bowl [Chorus] And he's burnin' Burnin' like he's on the radio [Verse 3] Little brother, little sister He's gonna miss 'em, yeah, he's gonna miss 'em But hold on, this ain't the hour for the final goodbye [Pre-Chorus 2] Now it's just pedal to the metal Balls to the wall Muscle out a lyric when the muses call And he'll be damned if he didn't write the next great American song [Chorus] [Bridge] Every single day since he was seven years old Closed his eyes, sang into the door And it's the same old goosebumps hittin' with the final note [Chorus] x2 Burnin' like he's on the radio....