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