Wild, Wild Nights
Rolf Kasparek
I can feel it in my bones
Adrenaline grows
The week is off and it´s friday night
Your b-leather jacket looking so tight
You start the car and it´s 10 o´ clock
You´re pumped up, ready to rock
21 guns fired at once
Hang on, hang on
To those wild, wild nights
Hang on, hang on, so get it on
These wild, wild times
Wild, wild nights
A couple of beers enlighten the day
Smiling you rock the night away
21 guns fired at once