They got three in the front and four in the back of a Civic
Camped out all night on the sidewalk, just to get tickets
With their hands on the fence in the back, by the buses and
the limousines
Just to get a glance at the drummer or a singer, yeah
anything
And they come from miles around
For that moment when the lights go out
And they scream
It's the girls in the front row singin'
It's the boys with the wheels that bring them
It's the lighters in the air, and you guys up there
You're the heart and soul, and the reason we do what we do
Here's to you
There's a silver-tongued blonde trying to sweet talk her way
backstage
There's a mom and dad in the aisle, not acting their age
There's a wet Corvette, red lipstick print on a Coors Light
cup
And judging by the way she's dancing, I'd say she's had
enough
The guitars come alive
And you make us want to stay all night
And they scream
It's the girls in the front row singing
It's the boys with the wheels that bring them
It's the lighters in the air, and you guys up there
You're the heart and soul, and the reason we do what we do
Here's to you, here's to you
It's the girls in the front row singing
It's the boys with the wheels that bring them
It's lighters in the air, and you guys up there
You're the heart and soul, and the reason we do what we do
Here's to you, here's to you
The girls in the front row singing, here's to you
It's the boys with the wheels that bring them, here's to you
It's to a silver-tongued blonde trying to sweet talk her way
Here's to you, here's to you
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