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 of a drummer or 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 lighters in the air and you guys up there   You're the heart and the soul and the reason we do what we do   Here's to you      There's a super tall blonde trying to sweet talk her way back stage   There's a mom and a dad in the aisle, not acting their age   There's a wet Corvette, red lipstick grin 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 wanna stay all night   And they scream      It's the girls in the front row singin'   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 the 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 singin'   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 the soul and the reason we do what we do   Here's to you      It's the girls in the front row singin'   (Here's to you)   It's the boys with the wheels that bring them   (Here's to you)   There's a super tall blonde trying to sweet talk her   (Here's to you, here's to you)