We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

We're gonna rock this country Every brown eyed boy every blue eyed girl Right out of this world Ah oo na na na C'mon, c'mon let's get something started C'mon, c'mon let's start something now Gotta really go psycho-give it a whirl I woke up this morning

We're not gonna change the world We're gonna rock it Can't stop, is this all you wanna give us now? Can't stop, entertain that's what its all about We'll Sleep some other time, we're on a roll yeah We're gonna drop the bomb We're gonna blow up Can't

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

Entertain my faith Ah ah ah (and I'll be holding on to you) You are surrounding all my surroundings Lean with it, rock with it When we gonna stop with it? Lyrics that mean nothing We were gifted with thought Is it time to move our feet

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

Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution We're just talkin' about the future Forget about the past It'll always be with us It's never gonna die, never gonna die Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll

This fire is burning, and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll Lost in the Garden of Eden Said, we're lost in the Garden of Eden And there's no one who's gonna believe this But we're lost in the Garden of Eden It's a

Me and my gang Jump on that train It's a brother and a sister kind of thing We live to ride, we ride to live Grab hold of them reins We're gonna rock this thing Cock this thing Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with Yeah, me and my gang

I’ll wait for you Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket I’m not gonna roll it no I’m not gonna smoke it 'Till we’re staring at the stars and the rockets Twinkling in the silvery night And though the sand may be washed by the sea And the old will be lost in