Stand up get on you feet. Just throw your hands in the air. Feel the beat down in your soul. Let the rhythm go to your head. Ya gotta get up, ya gotta make your move.
Rock. Come on. Turn it up. Come on. Turn it up. Come on. Rock. Turn it up. Rock. Yea yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea. Yea yea.
Well I'm an outlaw. I make my living on the run. My life is lonely. But I was born to need no one. Always on my own. . Oh'. . My gun is loaded. I'm a six-shot heart attack.