Lita Ford

Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please
Marlon Brando on a motorbike
In the black leather heat of a Saturday night
He said, "Whaddaya got?"
Ya got nothin'
Dollar in my pocket burnin' like Rome
There ain't no place that I call home
All alone in the big bad city
Hang around this town, man you're better off dead
I'm flyin' like a rebel flag, goin' outta my head
Yeah, we're gonna rocket tonight
We're gonna tear it up twice
Shake it up, break it up, tear it down, larger than life
I love the city when the sun goes down
It's a madhouse, baby, a real 'toon town
Whaddaya want
Ya wanna rocket
I take a picture, paint it black and white
And the neon burnin' like a new tattoo
Ready or not, here we come, uh, huh