Girls in their heels and a skinny pair of blue jeans|Boys in black pearl buttons lookin just like Springsteen|Momma says why you wanna play in a silly rock n' roll band|Well if you stood here Momma,|I know you'd understand yeah|It's the lights|It's the high|It's the roar of a crowd on a Friday night||And everybody's screamin out yeah, yeah, yeah|And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah|Get on your feet if it feels good|If it feels right|We're all stars tonight|So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah||Hey!|Hey!||Let's get a little rowdy|Gonna party all night long|And boys sway along with your girls|When we play a little slow song|Put your hands in the air|Shine a lighter or a cell phone|You better buy another round|We ain't goin home no|In the floor|In the stands|Tonight we're all in the band||And we're screamin out yeah, yeah, yeah|And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah|Get on your feet if it feels good|If it feels right|We're all stars tonight|So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah||And everybody's screamin out yeah, yeah, yeah|And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah|And everybody's screamin out yeah, yeah, yeah|And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah|Get on your feet if it feels good, feels good|If it feels right, feels right|We're all stars tonight|So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah||Hey!|Hey!||Yeah, yeah, yeah|Oh yeah|