Lyrics:

Ive 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,
im Just A Red-Blooded, Fun-Lovin All American Boy.
ive Got A Big Stratocaster And My Band Is Hot,
wild Streak A Mile Wild That Just Wont Stop,
got A Chain On My Mirror Made Of Beer Can Tops,
a Chip On My Shoulder, Better Not Knock It Off,
im Just A Red-Blooded Fun-Lovin All American Boy.

well Her Eyes Are Blue And Her Skin Is Tan,
the Girl Looks To Me, Thinks That Im All Hands,
and Im Gonna Touch Her Every Where I Can,
im Just A Red-Blooded Fun-Lovin All American Boy.

im Just A Red-Blooded Fun-Lovin All American Boy.

yeah, Yeah, Yeah...

im Just A Red-Blooded Fun-Lovin All American Boy.

ohh Yeah...

im Just A Red-Blooded Fun-Lovin All American Boy.