I'm 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 am a varsity tackle and the head of the block When I played the guitar I made the canyon 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