The Basement

Whooa, whooa, whooa I'm going down to the basement ya'll Where people all have a good time The parties that I hear have nothing to do with My ears are going out of my mind, mind, mind Down here they play the real thing Songs that were really rock and roll It's a cliche to put it this way But they don't make em like that anymore, more, more, more So if they put me in the spot light I'm never leaving the floor I'm going down to the basement I'm going down to the basement I'm going down to the basement Cause I really want to rock and roll An old man gets on the mic Tells us to hang our burdens up He says songs you hear today all start to get in the way Till you're barely feeling the love, love, love, love He drops the needle on a pop song He drops the needle on some soul And I watch a pimp fall in love over there Dancing to songs their parents would know, know, know, know So everybody give me room now Watch me cut a rug in the show I'm going down to the basement I'm going down to the basement I'm going down to the basement Cause I really want to rock and roll Party people sweat out the night Let your body do just what it likes Just want to hear some favorite before my years Dance soldiers forgetting our day jobs Trying to get off cause we really came to rock and roll I'm going down to the basement I'm going down to the basement I'm going down to the basement Cause I really want to rock and roll Cause I really want to rock and roll Cause I really want to rock and roll Cause I really want to rock and roll Cause I really want to rock and roll Say I really want to rock and roll