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 Muscle Shoals 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 at the 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 Muscle Shoals 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 dancefloor