Lyrics:

Whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm going down to the basement y'all
Where people have a good time
The parties that I hit have nothing to do with wit
My ears are going out of their mind

Down here they play the real thing
Songs that really are rock and roll
It's a cliche to put it this way
But they don't make 'em like that anymore

And if they put me in the spot light
I'm never leaving the floor

I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
'Cause I really want to rock and roll
Ooohhh

An old man gets on the mic
Tells us to hang our burdens up
He says, 'Songs you hear today all start to get in the way
Till you're barely feeling the love'

He drops the needle on a pop song
He drops the needle on some soul
And I watch a pair fall in love over there
Dancing to songs their parents would know

So everybody give me room now
Watch me cut a rug in this show

I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
'Cause I really want to rock and roll
Ooohhh

Party people sweat out the night
Let your body do just what it likes
Just want to hear something from before my years
Dance soldiers forgetting our day jobs
Trying to get our funk on 'cause we came to rock and roll

I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
'Cause I really want to rock and roll

I’m talking
Little Stevie Wonder
Mr. Ronald Isley
James Brown
Ms. Aretha Franklin
Sam Cooke
Michael Jackson
Mr. Otis Redding
Ike & Tina Turner

I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
I'm going down to the basement
'Cause I really want to rock and roll
'Cause I really want to rock and roll
'Cause I really want to rock and roll
'Cause I really want to rock and roll
Say I really want to rock and roll