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 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  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