More Rock 'N' Roll

The band is burnin' and the place is packed

There's no room to walk

Hot crowd and music so loud

You can't here yourself talk

Turn it up, you know I just can't hear

Turn it up, I got a rock 'n' roll ear

Turn it up, blast it clear to the rear

Turn it up, blow the head off my beer

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll tonight

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll alright

Slip outside to the parkin' lot

The band's off on a break

Bad boys, wonder what they got

I wonder what they take

Let me in, I want to get on the bus

Let me in, I won't make no fuss

Let me in, now my hand's gettin' sore

Let me in, I'm gona bust in the door

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll tonight

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll alright

(guitar/synth solo madness)

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll tonight

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll alright

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll tonight

More rock 'n' roll

More rock 'n' roll alright

(outro pandemonium)