Loading...

Meat Loaf - All Reved up With no Place to go

457,463 views

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Rating is available when the video has been rented.
This feature is not available right now. Please try again later.
Published on Feb 15, 2009

Head to my profile for the full album

This is the fourth track of Meat Loaf's album "Bat out of Hell: Revamped"


Song Lyrics:

I was nothing but a lonely boy
Looking out 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 ya know what it`s like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it`s like
All revved up with no place to go

In the middle of a steamy 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

I was out on the prowl
Down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
I`m the leader of the pack, but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it`s like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya 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`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

I was out on the prowl
Down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
I`m the leader of the pack, but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it`s like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya 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 new
And you were nothing but a all-American lonely 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
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

Loading...

Advertisement
When autoplay is enabled, a suggested video will automatically play next.

Up next


to add this to Watch Later

Add to

Loading playlists...