Still Somethin'

I remember I was eight years old

With a blank tape waiting by the radio

Come on, man, play Back in Black

I wanna play it back on repeat

I remember Panama City

Long nights with the girl named Christy

She took me down to the Paradise City

Then up on Cripple Creek

There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up

Head banging to the beat of the bass drum

Still something 'bout a sold-out show

In the second row with your girl on your shoulders

Still something 'bout raising a cold beer

When the lights go down and the crowd cheers

From Delta Soul to Abbey Road

Sweet Child to Sweet Home

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll) (rock 'n' roll)

I saw Journey in a big colosseum

No dancing, no lip syncing

I tell you this, don't fight the feeling

And don't stop believing

There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up

Foot stomping to the beat of the bass drum

Still something 'bout a sold-out show

In the second row with your girl on your shoulders

Still something 'bout raising a cold beer

When the lights go down and the crowd cheers

From Delta Soul to Abbey Road

Sweet Child to Sweet Home

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll, whoa)

Keep on rocking me, baby

Keep on rocking me, baby

Keep on rocking, keep on rocking

Keep on rocking me, babe

Keep on rocking me, baby

Keep on rocking me, baby

Keep on rocking, keep on rocking me, baby

Still something 'bout a guitar cranked up

Head banging to the beat of the bass drum

Still something 'bout a sold-out show

In the second row with your girl on your shoulders

Still something 'bout raising a cold beer

When the lights go down and the crowd cheers

From Muscle Shoals to Abbey Road

Sweet Child to Sweet Home

Rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)

Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)

People, if you're ready

And you know you can do it

And you feel good tonight

Please report to the dance floor