Meat Loaf - All Revved Up with No Place To Go

BAT OUT OF HELL is the first album from Meat Loaf. It’s terrorific!

A All Revved Up with No Place To Go 4:19
B Paradise by the Dashboard Light
  1. Paradise
  2. Let Me Sleep On It
  3. Praying for the End of Time
8:28

Produced by Todd Rundgren
Arranged by Jim Steinman with Todd Rundgren

Label Epic / Cleveland Int. Cat.No. S EPC 6797 Format 7″ Year 1978 Country UK

All Revved Up With No Place To Go

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

I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And 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

But in the middle of a steamy night I’m tossin’ in my sleep
But in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming—coming on to give it to me

Well I was out on the prowl about the edge of the track
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 got to draw first—draw first
Someone got to draw first blood
Someone got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood...

Well I was out on the prowl about 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....

Well I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking 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 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....