Karaoke All Revved Up With No Place To Go von Meat Loaf — mit Songtext mitsingen auf Singa

All Revved Up With No Place To Go Karaoke

Meat Loaf

SongtexteAll Revved Up With No Place To Go

I was nothin' but a

lonely boy lookin' for

somethin' new

And you were nothin'

but a lonely girl

But you were somethin'

Somethin' like a

dream come true

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

And in the middle of a

steamin' night

I'm tossin' in

my sleep

And in the middle of a

red-eyed dream

I see you comin'

Comin' on to give it to me

But I was out on the prowl

down by the edge

of the track. And like a

son of a jackel 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 stalkin' you

and trackin' you down

Cruisin' up and down

the main drag

all night long

We could be standin'

at the top of the world

Instead of sinkin' 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

And I was out on the prowl

down by the edge of the

track. And like a son of a

jackel 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

And I was nothin' but a

lonely all-American boy.

Lookin' out for somethin'

to do.

And you were

nothin' 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

Komponist:in
Jim Steinman
Songtexte
Jim Steinman
Herausgeber:in
Carlin Music Corp