Rock

(Congressional reports)
(President Ford says that he's disappointed)
(With Congress's performance)

(In Detroit, a Pontiac, Michigan youth)
(Was reported dead at the scene of)
(A head-on collision on Grand Avenue this morning)
(He was reportedly driving on the wrong side of the boulevard)
(When he struck a delivery truck)
(And was catapulted through the windshield of his car)
(The driver of the truck is reported to be uninjured)
(The identities of both men are being withheld by local police)

(County legislatures today are expected to rally)
(To the aid of striking longshoremen)
(In hopes of ending the nine-month deadlock—)

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

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)

Moving fast down 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)

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 up (everybody's gonna leave their seat)
Get up!