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 a drummer or singer yeah anything
And they come from miles around
For that moment when the lights go out
And they scream
Its the girls in the front row singin
Its the boys with the wheels that bring them
Its lighters in the air and you guys up there
Youre the heart and soul and the reason we do what we do
Heres to you
Theres a silver-tongued blonde trying to sweet talk her way back stage
Theres a mom and a dad in the aisle not acting their age
There a wet Corvette red lipstick print in a Coors Light cup
And judging by the way shes dancing Id say shes had enough
The guitars come alive
And you make us wanta stay all night
And they scream
Its the girls in the front row singin
Its the boys with the wheels that bring them
Its lighters in the air and you guys up there
Youre the heart and soul and the reason we do what we do
Heres to you, heres to you
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