I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to

Get up! Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down! Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City

Getting late I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start the car and I try to make the midnight show


Get up! Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down! Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City

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Moving fast, doing 95
Hit top speed but I'm still moving much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
Hear my song playing on the radio, 
it goes

Get up! Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down! Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City

Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights staring at my eyes
Oh my God! No time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why?

Get up! Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down! Everybody's gonna leave their seat