When your beds too sweaty and your head feels funny You're tossin and turning cause your room's too sunny The upstair neighbour got some 15 kids And if somethings goin' down its shure your lids And the sound of t-t-tims big pumping bass Makes you dye your hair Makes you change your ways I gotta get up I gotta get out I just found out what its all about
I was born to rock (born to rock) Sworn to rock (sworn to rock)
Alright Na na na na na Yeah Na na na na na Alright Na na na na na
Thats when you shout it out Shout it out, shout it louder Shout it out (shout!), shout it louder
And well up and about cruisin' down the street Fellin' good, fellin' neat as one with the beat The dissiness is gone but your still a punk Just out to have fun and about to get drunk Thats when the sound of Harry K's screaming guitar Makes you wanna race in your old mans car The pedal to the metal and your pulse to the bop The kind of bad habit that you just cand drop
I was born to rock (born to rock) Sworn to rock (sworn to rock)
Come on Na na na na na Rock on Na na na na na Uh Na na na na na
Thats when you shout it out Shout it out, shout it louder Shout, shout, shout Shout it out, shout it louder
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