Up to eleven

Verse 1]

I'm staring at a screen in a nine-to-five room

Thinking 'bout a stadium shaking with a boom

Tired of the coffee and the morning commute

I wanna trade this necktie for a leather suit

I'm gonna buy an island shaped like a guitar

Hire a private chef just to wrap my candy bar

Yeah, the landlord's knocking but I'm tuning my strings

Dreaming up a list of my favorite things.

Chorus

'Cause we all wanna turn it up to eleven!

Sleep all day and party until seven!

I want a golden ticket to the VIP

With a line of sports cars waiting on me!

Yeah, we're burning down the highway, chasing the light

Gonna live like a rockstar tonight!

Verse 2

I want a walk-in closet just for my shades

And a tiger on a leash when I make the parades

Gonna put my face on a billion t-shirts

Play a midnight show until everybody's ears hurt

I'll have a butler named James who opens my mail

And a velvet-lined jet just ready to sail

We'll be throwing flat screens right out of the room

While the paparazzi cameras go zoom, zoom, boom.

Chorus

'Cause we all wanna turn it up to eleven!

Sleep all day and party until seven!

I want a golden ticket to the VIP

With a line of sports cars waiting on me!

Yeah, we're burning down the highway, chasing the light

Gonna live like a rockstar tonight!

guitar solo

Chorus

'Cause we all wanna turn it up to eleven!

Sleep all day and party until seven!

I want a golden ticket to the VIP

With a line of sports cars waiting on me!

Yeah, we're burning down the highway, chasing the light

Gonna live like a rockstar tonight!

Outro

Yeah, live it up tonight...

Just put it on my tab.