The Rock Out - Emteevee

Saturday night, I ain’t got a plan
The clubs are a drag, so the sofa looks fun
Turn the telly, there ain't nothin’ cool
Got nothin’ to watch but tits by the pool
Landing on them music shows
I’m gonna flip out, cuz everything blows
Autotune got my brain on the grill
That reggaeton beat sellin’ all the cheap thrills
Well I miss the good old days
When rock was on the air
It’s time to light the place
And shout, so hear us out
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
The high octane rock of seventy-three
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
Music that speaks to us, that'll set us free
There’s just something bout that old guitar
The sizzlin’ amps blasting like a neutron star
Soarin’ vocals to a rockin’ beat
Ninety-two decibels up your seat
When you ask me how I get my kicks
It’s balls to the wall playin’ rockin' riffs
Come on baby, set up my fix
A taste of my stuff goes right through your knix
Well I miss the good old days
When rock was on the air
It’s time to light the place
And shout, so hear us out
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
The high octane rock of seventy-three
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
Music that speaks to us, that'll set us free
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it!
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
The high octane rock of seventy-three
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
Music that speaks to us, that'll set us free
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it!
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it!
Bring back the ol' EMTEEVEE

Written by:
Adrian Popescu

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