I feel uptight on a saturday night. Nine o'clock and the radio's the only light. I hear my song and it pulls me through. Comes on strong tells me what I gotta' 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. Get up!. Everybody's gonna' move their feet. Get down!. Everybody's gonna' leave their seat. 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. Movin' fast doin' 95. Hit top speed but I'm still movin. much too slow. I feel so good I'm so alive. I hear my song playin' on the radio. It goes.... Get up!. Everybody's gonna' move their feet. Get down!. Everybody's gonna' leave their seat. Twelve o'clock I gotta rock. There's a truck ahead lights starin' 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!