Up on a hill above a store in the glow
Of a sign that says "liquor" and "we sell lotto"
There's a pretty girl about twenty-five
With grown-up eyes, teenage thighs
Took a look at herself
A long hard look at herself
Frustrated boy, he's alone in his room
He plays the guitar, the same old tune
He wants to go out, play for the babes
Make them shout and roll in the hay
He has a show for himself
A rock and roll show for himself
It all comes down to what you think you want to do
Take a look at yourself
A long hard look at yourself
It all comes down to what you think you want to do
Look at yourself