Song | All Revved Up With No Place To Go |
Artist | Meat Loaf |
Album | Bat Out Of Hell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Steinman | |
Written:Jim Steinman Arranger:Jim Steinman/Todd Rundgren | |
I was nothing but a lonely boy | |
Looking out for something new | |
And you were nothing but a lonely girl | |
But you were something | |
Something 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 | |
In the middle of a steamy 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 the 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 | |
Ooh I got to draw first blood | |
Ooh 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 the 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 new | |
And you were nothing but a all-American lonely 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 | |
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 |
zuo ci : Steinman | |
Written: Jim Steinman Arranger: Jim Steinman Todd Rundgren | |
I was nothing but a lonely boy | |
Looking out for something new | |
And you were nothing but a lonely girl | |
But you were something | |
Something 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 | |
In the middle of a steamy night | |
I' m tossing in my sleep | |
And in the middle of a redeyed 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 the 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 | |
Ooh I got to draw first blood | |
Ooh 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 the 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 allAmerican boy | |
Looking out for something new | |
And you were nothing but a allAmerican lonely 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 | |
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 |
zuò cí : Steinman | |
Written: Jim Steinman Arranger: Jim Steinman Todd Rundgren | |
I was nothing but a lonely boy | |
Looking out for something new | |
And you were nothing but a lonely girl | |
But you were something | |
Something 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 | |
In the middle of a steamy night | |
I' m tossing in my sleep | |
And in the middle of a redeyed 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 the 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 | |
Ooh I got to draw first blood | |
Ooh 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 the 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 allAmerican boy | |
Looking out for something new | |
And you were nothing but a allAmerican lonely 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 | |
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 |