Y&T - All American Boy lyrics

I've got a 57' Chevy with four on the floor, gla** packs, cheeter slicks, 454, girls on the phone, girls at my door, they just keep comin' back for more, I'm just a red-blooded, fun-lovin' all American boy. I've got a big Stratocaster and my band is hot, Wild streak a mile wild that just won't stop, Got a chain on my mirror made of beer can tops, A chip on my shoulder, better not knock it off, I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. Well her eyes are blue and her skin is tan, the girl looks to me, thinks that I'm all hands, and I'm gonna touch her every where I can, I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy. Ohh yeah... I'm just a red-blooded fun-lovin' all American boy.