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