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Meat Loaf
Meat Loaf
Leadgesang
Ellen Foley
Ellen Foley
Begleitgesang
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
E-Gitarre
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Klavier
Edgar Winter
Edgar Winter
Saxofon
John Wilcox
John Wilcox
Schlagzeug
Kasim Sulton
Kasim Sulton
Bassgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Songwriter:in
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Co-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Produzent:in
Cliff Hodsdon
Cliff Hodsdon
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ed Sprague
Ed Sprague
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jimmy Iovine
Jimmy Iovine
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Jansen
John Jansen
Mischtechniker:in
Mark Thomas
Mark Thomas
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

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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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