| I feel uptight on a Saturday night
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| Nine o' clock, the radio’s the only light
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| I hear my song and it pulls me through
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| Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
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| I got to
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| Get up
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| Everybody’s gonna move their feet
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| Get down
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| Everybody’s gonna leave their seat
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| You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
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| Get up
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| Everybody’s gonna move their feet
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| Get down
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| Everybody’s gonna leave their seat
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| Getting late
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| I just can’t wait
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| Ten o’clock and I know I gotta hit the road
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| First I drink, then I smoke
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| Start the car, and I try to make the midnight show
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| Get up
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| Everybody’s gonna move their feet
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| Get down
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| Everybody’s gonna leave their seat
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| Movin' fast, doin' 95
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| Hit top speed but I’m still movin' much too slow
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| I feel so good, I’m so alive
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| I hear my song playin' on the radio
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| It goes
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| Get up
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| Everybody’s gonna move their feet
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| Get down
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| Everybody’s gonna leave their seat
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| Twelve o’clock, I gotta rock
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| There’s a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
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| Oh my God, no time to turn
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| I got to laugh 'cause I know I’m gonna die
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| Why
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| Get up
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| Everybody’s gonna move their feet
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| Get up
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| Everybody’s gonna leave their seat |