| Chorus | Lyric | Artist |
| Smoke on the water... | |
| All in all, you're just... | |
| And as we wind on down the road... | |
| So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye... | |
| I'm on the highway to hell... | |
| Back in black... | |
| Layla... | |
| Sweet child in time... | |
| Whoa, sweet child of mine... | |
| It's more than a feeling... | |
| With the lights out, it's less dangerous... | |
| Welcome to the Hotel California... | |
| That ain't workin', that's the way you do it... | |
| Nobody gonna take my car... | |
| Some folks were born, made to raise the flag... | |
| Like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild... | |
| She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean... | |
| Run to the hills... | |
| And I can't get no... | |
| Money... | |
| How does it feel, how does it feel... | |
| 'cause tramps like us... | |
| Come on baby, light my fire... | |
| Remember, to let her under your skin... | |
| Louie, Louie... | |
| | Chorus | Lyric | Artist |
| People try to p-p-p-put us down, | |
| I feel good... | |
| Go Johnny go... | |
| Let's rock, everybody let's rock... | |
| 'Scuse me... | |
| Girl, you really got me goin', | |
| And so castles made of sand... | |
| Pleased to meet you... | |
| 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now... | |
| Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace... | |
| Sing with me, sing for the year... | |
| Goodness gracious... | |
| For here, am I sitting in a tin can... | |
| Wild thing, you make my heart sing... | |
| You better stop, hey, what's that sound... | |
| Been a long time, been a long time... | |
| The ice age is coming... | |
| We are the champions, my friend... | |
| You've got to, gimme some lovin'.... | |
| I'll tell you what's wrong... | |
| And the man in the back said... | |
| Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, take a load off Fanny, and... | |
| JoJo left his home in Tucson, Arizona for some California grass... | |
| You can go your own way... | |
| Gotta keep on rocking, someday he gonna make it to the top... | |
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