More Rock 'N' Roll (Winter Edgar)

The band is burnin' and the place is packed There's no room to walk Hot crowd and music so loud You can't here yourself talk Turn it up, you know I just can't hear Turn it up, I got a rock 'n' roll ear Turn it up, blast it clear to the rear Turn it up, blow the head off my beer More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll tonight More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll alright Slip outside to the parkin' lot The band's off on a break Bad boys, wonder what they got I wonder what they take Let me in, I want to get on the bus Let me in, I won't make no fuss Let me in, now my hand's gettin' sore Let me in, I'm gona bust in the door More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll tonight More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll alright (guitar/synth solo madness) More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll tonight More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll alright More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll tonight More rock 'n' roll More rock 'n' roll alright (outro pandemonium)