Ohhh get yourself up on that wooden rocker
Cause you’ll be rockin’ till the day you die
Writing music that leaps out of speakers
Bouncing off walls and floors

Look at your arms, strong and steady
Drum sticks still in hand
Thirty-eight and pushing forty
Keep yourself in forward gear
With the finest ax in town

And then get yourself up on that wooden rocker
Cause you’ll be rockin’ till the day you die
Writing music that leaps out of speakers
Bouncing off walls and floors

Rusted leather and faded jeans
Black Manhattan T-shirt
New York City’s got nothin’ on you
It’s about time it had its very first earthquake
Shakin’ to that Heavy Metal sound

Yeahhh get yourself up on that wooden rocker
Cause you’ll be rockin’ till the day you die
Writing music that leaps out of speakers
Bouncing off walls and floors

Get yourself up on that wooden rocker
Cause you’ll be rockin’ till the day you die
Writing music that leaps out of speakers
Bouncing off walls and floors


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11/03/2019

Posted on 11/03/2019
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