Teledysk

All Revved Up with No Place to Go
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meat Loaf
Meat Loaf
Lead Vocals
Ellen Foley
Ellen Foley
Background Vocals
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Electric Guitar
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Edgar Winter
Edgar Winter
Saxophone
Kasim Sulton
Kasim Sulton
Bass Guitar
Willie Wilcox
Willie Wilcox
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Songwriter
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Co-Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Producer
Cliff Hodsdon
Cliff Hodsdon
Assistant Engineer
Ed Sprague
Ed Sprague
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Iovine
Jimmy Iovine
Recording Engineer
John Jansen
John Jansen
Mixing Engineer
Mark Thomas
Mark Thomas
Recording Engineer

Tekst Utworu

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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