There’s a fever,
On the freeway,
In the morning, in the morning,
And the lover,
Smiling for me,
Without warning, without warning,
There’s an outlaw,
On the highway,
And she’s falling, and she’s falling,
Man! I must have been blind,
To carry a torch for most of my life,
These days I’m hanging around,
Your out of my heart, get out my town,
There’s a fever,
On the freeway,
In the morning, in the morning,
And the lover
Smiling for me
Whilst she’s falling, whilst she’s falling
Man! I must have been blind,
To carry a torch for most of my life.
These days I’m hanging around,
Your out of my heart, get out my town,
There’s a fever,
On the freeway,
In the morning, in the morning,
And the lover,
Smiling for me,
Without warning, without warning
Man! I must have been blind,
To carry a torch for most of my life
These days I’m hanging around
Your out of my heart get out my town