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Is the audience listening?
This is a recording...
This is a microphone check...check
The microphone is working and the story is being told
This is the birth...here come the strings
Mix it all in...and let the story begin
He got a way with that guitar  he's a stratocaster kind of guy
He plugs his Copycat inside and turns his Marshall up to grind
And turn the music people on
This is a recording...
This is a microphone check...check
The microphone is working and the story is being told
This is the birth...here come the strings
Mix it all in...and let the story begin
He got a way with that guitar  he's a stratocaster kind of guy
He plugs his Copycat inside and turns his Marshall up to grind
And turn the music people on
And he  he sings like a bird or an angel or something
He sold his soul to get those pipes
He throws his head aside
Open up his mouth and his teeth catch the light
Until he make the people wild
Play on
Can you hear the sound he's making ?
Don't let it pass you by
Cos he's got a groove that'll make you move
And he doesn't even have to try
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
And they both had thing about the way they played
Something about the screams that they liked
When you put the disc on, when you slip it in
And you can feel the drummer keepin' it tight Â
Little bit of feedback over there
Shaking up my granddaddy's rockin' chair
Little bit of sleaze little bit of brass little bit of...
Ahh baby show me the light
Can you hear the sound he's making
Don't let it pass you by
Cos he's got a groove that'll make you move
And he doesn't even have to try
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
Thank you goodnight it is time to leave the stage
Now that we've rocked the living hell out of this place
But you could find a groove in a love shack somewhere nearby
Tell everybody that the sound you hear is fly
Cos we can do it funky or we can do it slow
But just before we go  hear comes the crescendo
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Oww
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
He sold his soul to get those pipes
He throws his head aside
Open up his mouth and his teeth catch the light
Until he make the people wild
Play on
Can you hear the sound he's making ?
Don't let it pass you by
Cos he's got a groove that'll make you move
And he doesn't even have to try
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
And they both had thing about the way they played
Something about the screams that they liked
When you put the disc on, when you slip it in
And you can feel the drummer keepin' it tight Â
Little bit of feedback over there
Shaking up my granddaddy's rockin' chair
Little bit of sleaze little bit of brass little bit of...
Ahh baby show me the light
Can you hear the sound he's making
Don't let it pass you by
Cos he's got a groove that'll make you move
And he doesn't even have to try
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
Thank you goodnight it is time to leave the stage
Now that we've rocked the living hell out of this place
But you could find a groove in a love shack somewhere nearby
Tell everybody that the sound you hear is fly
Cos we can do it funky or we can do it slow
But just before we go  hear comes the crescendo
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Oww
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
Oh oh sing me that song
Let the music play let the band play on
Oh oh sing me that song till I'm gone
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