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INTERPRÉTATION
Meat Loaf
Voix principales
Ellen Foley
Chœurs
Todd Rundgren
Guitare électrique
Roy Bittan
Piano
Edgar Winter
Saxophone
Kasim Sulton
Basse
Willie Wilcox
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jim Steinman
Paroles/Composition
Todd Rundgren
Co‑arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Todd Rundgren
Production
Cliff Hodsdon
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ed Sprague
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jimmy Iovine
Ingénierie de prise de son
John Jansen
Ingénierie de mixage
Mark Thomas
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
I was nothing but a lonely boy looking 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 you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Do you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
And in the middle of a steaming 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
But I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a Jackal, I'm a leader of the pack but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Do you 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 got to draw first blood
Someones got to draw first blood
Ooh, I got to draw first blood
Ooh, I got to draw first blood
Well, 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 you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Do you 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 to do
And you were nothing 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
Writer(s): Jim Steinman
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