We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll, built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. Say you don't know me, I'll recognize my face. Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place. Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight. Too many runaways eating up the night. Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio. Don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll, we built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. Someone always playing corporation games, who cares they're always changing corporation names. We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage, they call us irresponsible, write us off the page. My Cody plays the mama, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll, we built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street, police inside the town hall, but we just lost the beat. Who counts the money, underneath the bar? Who rides the wrecking ball, into our guitars? Don't tell us you need us, but we're the super fools, looking for America, crawling through your schools. I'm looking out over that Golden Gate Bridge on another gorgeous sunny Saturday, and I'm seeing that bumper to bumper traffic. Don't you remember? It's your favorite radio station, your favorite radio city, the city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps. My Cody plays the mama, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll, we built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll, we built this city, we built this city on rock and roll. We built this city, we built this city, we built this city . . . . .