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