It's a Saturday night, heart of the city
   The men looking hard, the women looking pretty
Just a whole lot of people
   looking for a little paradise

But there's a guy in the crowd that's getting
   out of hand
He's had thirteen beers and he's screaming
   at the band
Show business, baby, it sure is nice...


   (CHORUS:)
   Let's hear it...let's hear it
   Hey, drummerman, beat me eight to the bar
   Let's hear it...let's hear it
   Turn it up, turn it up, stay where you are
      'Cause it's good for the body, good
         for the soul
       To now and then get a little
         out of control
       So...cut the bullshit,
         play a little rock 'n' roll
   Let's hear it...let's hear it

There's a girl in the front, she's been
   there all night
She's got an illegal body and a dress that's
   too tight
And all night long she's been coming on with
   her eyes

But she's standing with a guy about
   six feet four
who's had one too many and he's going
   back for more
and I'd sure like to love you but I'd also like
   to leave here alive...

   (CHORUS)

   (BRIDGE:)
    You can't forget about the boys in the back room
    You can't forget about the factory gates
    You can't forget about the fact she let
    you consummate the act
       And now your baby's just a couple weeks late
    But nothing looks better than your
    baby in a sweater
    but you know that got you right
       where you are
    But things are looking bright 'cause
    as of tonight
    there's only six more payments to
       go on the car...

   (CHORUS)

--words & music by Michael Stanley