Rocking in Spain

Johnny
Ah, here comes Al
Tommy
Here we go
If you ever plan to get back in the game again
Dust yourself off, hop a plane all the way to Madrid
There’s a marble staircase, takes you down below the street
You’ll find a four-piece band rocking hard and raising the heat
(Where are you?)
You’re rockin' in Spain, oh
You’re rockin' in Spain, woo
You’re rockin' in Spain, yeah
You’re rockin' in Spain
We’re going to the place where rock and roll’s alive and well
We’re going to the place where the fascists and the dictators fell (Down, down)
Punks and petty criminals mix it up to make the scene (Woo)
Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee, Tommy bringing in a new regime
You’re rockin' in Spain, whoa
You’re rockin' in Spain, woo
You’re rockin' in Spain, yeah
You’re rockin' in Spain
Spain
Spain
Spain
Spain
Spain
Spain
You’re rockin' in Spain, whoa
You’re rockin' in Spain, woo
You’re rockin' in Spain, whoa, yeah (Oh, yeah)
You’re rockin' in Spain
You’re rockin' in Spain, woo-hoo
You’re rockin' in Spain (Goin' to Portugal)
You’re rockin' in Spain
Spain
Spain
Yeah