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
'Cause 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 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
On 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
'Cause we're all stars tonight
So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah

And everybody's screamin' out yeah, yeah, yeah
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)
'Cause we're all stars tonight
So sing it out (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Hey!)
(Hey!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Oh yeah

Copyright: OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CHARLES KELLEY, DAVE HAYWOOD, HILLARY SCOTT, MONTY POWELL