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