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  [bad word] on strong, tells me what i got to do (I gotta) 
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 
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet 
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat 
Get in late, I just cant wait 
Ten'o'clock, and I know I gotta hit the road 
First I drink, then I smoke 
Start the car, and I try to make the midnight show 
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet 
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat 
Movin fast, down ninety-five 
Picked up speed, but im still movin much too slow 
I feel so good, im so alive 
I hear my song playin on the radio, it goes 
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet 
Get down, everybody's gonna leave their seat You gotta lose your life in Detroit, Rock City 
Twelve'o'clock, I gotta rock 
There's a [bad word] ahead, light starin at my eyes 
Oh my god! No time to turn 
I got to laugh cause I know im gonna die (Why?!!) 
Get up, everybody's gonna move their feet 
Get down 
Get up, everybody's gonna leave their seat 
Get down