Can't Stop Rocking

Look out on the music these days, there ain’t a whole lot to say, techno makes me feel dead inside, dub-step, just get out of my way. Hip-hop just rubs me all wrong, that stuff is barely a song, maybe there are some gems in there, most of it’s just here and gone. Can’t stop rocking, the six-string talking, the base-line walking, the kick-drum knocking, can’t stop rocking, the pit is moshing, the heads are bopping, the tight shirts hopping; giving them all that we got, putting the fans all on lock; cool licks dropping, I can’t stop rocking, I can’t stop rocking it hot. Don’t get a thing from pop stars, autotune gets them that far, hot young thing on a casting couch, that’s what makes them what they are. Most of them really can’t sing, their live shows a recording, voices like karaoke bars, I’d say it’s embarrassing. Can’t stop rocking, the six-string talking, the base-line walking, the kick-drum knocking, can’t stop rocking, the pit is moshing, the heads are bopping, the tight shirts hopping; giving them all that we got, Making all the panties drop; cool licks dropping, I can’t stop rocking, I can’t stop rocking it hot. Some might say I’m out of step, don’t you known that rock is dead? Won’t hear it on the radio, but something needs to be said: masterpieces never age, they carve a place out to stay, sounds just as fresh as when written, Beethoven rocks to this day! Can’t stop rocking, the six-string talking, the base-line walking, the kick-drum knocking, can’t stop rocking, the pit is moshing, the heads are bopping, the tight shirts hopping; giving them all that we got, pushing it over the top; cool licks dropping, I can’t stop rocking, I can’t stop rocking it hot. Can’t stop rocking, the six-string talking, the base-line walking, the kick-drum knocking, can’t stop rocking, the pit is moshing, the heads are bopping, the tight shirts hopping; giving them all that we got, I’ll die before I dare stop; cool licks dropping, I can’t stop rocking, I can’t stop rocking it hot.