Sometimes I feel turned around And upside down And sometimes maybe I drink too much But my heart's still in touch I remember standing tall telling you I'm gonna be a rock n roll star When someone said "Sit down boy" "You already are" So raise your hands

In rock we trust, it's rock or bust In rock n' roll we trust, it's rock or bust Are you ready We be a guitar band We play across the land Shootin' out tonight Gonna keep you up alrigh You hear the guitar sound

It ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful) Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me It ain't me, no, no I had a dream Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

You can't stop rock 'n' roll Can't stop, can't you stop it Can't stop you can't stop it Now you can ride it high And you can light the way Lift up your hands in praise Here it comes, you're never gonna top it On a run, no way you can stop it Total style,

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

Bionic, take it supersonic, eh I'm bionic, hit you like a rocket, eh-ay-yeh Gonna get you with my electronic, supersonic rocket, eh Bionic, so damn bionic, eh Are you ready, ready, ready to go? This-this-this-this is the moment that I take over your mind

Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll. Well it's Saturday night, and I just got paid

If you're ever gonna find a silver lining It's gotta be a cloudy day, It's gotta be a cloudy day You're gonna have to stand in the rain, You gotta get a little dirt on your hands Woke up on the wrong side of rock bottom You're all out of pennies, and the

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do