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)