The Basement

Whooa, whooa, whooa

I’m going down to the basement ya’ll

Where people all have a good time

The parties that I hear have nothing to do with

My ears are going out of my mind, mind, mind

Down here they play the real thing

Songs that were really rock and roll

It’s a cliche to put it this way

But they don’t make em like that anymore, more, more, more

So if they put me in the spot light

I’m never leaving the floor

I’m going down to the basement

I’m going down to the basement

I’m going down to the basement

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Ooohhh

An old man gets on the mic

Tells us to hang our burdens up

He says songs you hear today all start to get in the way

Till you’re barely feeling the love, love, love, love

He drops the needle on a pop song

He drops the needle on some soul

And I watch a pimp fall in love over there

Dancing to songs their parents would know, know, know, know

So everybody give me room now

Watch me cut a rug in the show

I’m going down to the basement

I’m going down to the basement

I’m going down to the basement

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Ooohhh

Party people sweat out the night

Let your body do just what it likes

Just want to hear some favorite before my years

Dance soldiers forgetting our day jobs

Trying to get off cause we really came to rock and roll

I’m going down to the basement

I’m going down to the basement

I’m going down to the basement

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Cause I really want to rock and roll

Say I really want to rock and roll