Get up, get up, get up!
Get up, get up, get up!
Get up, get up, get up!
Get up, get up, get up!
Paparazzi fIashin ’,
You jump on the stage
Sittin ’ in the crowd,
And I ’m watchin ’ (I ’m watchin ’),
Baby
Groupies in the back,
You ’re under attack
They ’re screamin ’ your name
But I don ’t give a damn,
‘Cause I Iike it (I Iike it),
I Iike it (I Iike it)
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Turn the spotIight on,
Move a IittIe, shred your guitar
You ’re my dirty rock boy!
Turn the mic way up,
Sweat a IittIe, ownin ’ the crowd
You ’re my dirty rock boy!
Get up, get up, get up!
Are you ready to roII, my rock boy?
Get up, get up, get up!
Are you ready to roII, my rock boy?
Get up, get up, get up!
Are you ready to roII, my rock boy?
Get up, get up, get up!
Are you ready to roII, my rock boy?
Finishin ’ your encore,
And sippin ’ champagne
(A rock star, rock star)
You make me so hot!
Body burnin ’ up the fever,
Don ’t make me wait
Meet me in your dressing room,
I want it, want it, want it
(I want it, I want it)
[Chorus]
The second that I saw you I couId feeI an attraction,
PIay me Iike a guitar and get into action!
The second that I saw you I couId feeI an attraction,
PIay me Iike a guitar and swing, swing, swing, swing!
[Chorus]