(Paul Stanley/Bob Ezrin)
"People this one's called "Detroit Rock City"."
I feel uptight on Saturday night
Nine o'clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do, I got to
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit rock city
Chorus
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat
Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock, know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and try to make the midnight show, let's go
Repeat Chorus
Movin' fast, doin' 95
I hit top speed, still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive, alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio, oh, it goes
Repeat Chorus
Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Whoa my God, no time to turn, to turn
I got to laugh, I know I'm gonna die, why
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Hey
"Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, simply rock."
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