Every Saturday night I get,
Dressed up to ride for you, baby.
Cruising down the street on,
Hollywood and Vine for you, baby.

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
´Cause I just don´t care.
You ask me where I´ve been,
I´ve been everywhere,
But I don´t wanna be,
Anywhere but here.
(Come on tell me, boy).

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
´Cause I just don´t care.

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

Every Saturday night I seem,
To come alive for you, baby.
Santa Monica I´m racing in,
The lights for you, baby.

I drive fast, radio perils,
Have to touch myself,
To pretend you´re there.
Your hands are on my hips,
Your name is on my lips,
Over, over ´gain,
Like my only prayer.
(Come on tell me, boy).

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
´Cause I just don´t care.

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I´m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I´m try´na,
Get to you, baby, I´m feeling,
Scared and you know it.

I´m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I´m try´na,
Get to you, baby, I´m feeling,
Scared and you know it.

I´m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I´m try´na,
Get to you, baby, I´m feeling,
Scared and you know it.

I´m driving fast, flash,

I´m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I´m try´na,
Get to you, baby, I´m feeling,
Scared and you know it.

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh).

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
´Cause I just don´t care.

I´ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I´ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).