Up on a hill above a store in the glow

Of a sign that says "liquor" and "we sell lotto"

There's a pretty girl about twenty-five

With grown-up eyes, teenage thighs

Took a look at herself

A long hard look at herself

Frustrated boy, he's alone in his room

He plays the guitar, the same old tune

He wants to go out, play for the babes

Make them shout and roll in the hay

He has a show for himself

A rock and roll show for himself

It all comes down to what you think you want to do

Take a look at yourself

A long hard look at yourself

It all comes down to what you think you want to do

Look at yourself