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Meat Loaf
Meat Loaf
Stimme und Gesang
Ellen Foley
Ellen Foley
Begleitgesang
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Gitarre
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Klavier
Roger Powell
Roger Powell
Synthesizer
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
Jimmy Lovine
Jimmy Lovine
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe Brescio
Joe Brescio
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Jansen
John Jansen
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock but
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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'
Coming on to give it to me
[Verse 5]
Well, 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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
Ooh, I got to draw first blood
Ooh, I got to draw first blood
[Verse 8]
Well, 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
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
Well, I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Lookin' 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
[Verse 11]
Every Saturday night, I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
[Verse 12]
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
Written by: Jim Steinman
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