Well, we all have a disc
That we hide away forever
And we take it out and play it
When everyone has gone
Songs like "Sweet Sister Christian"
and "Don't Tell Me That You Love Me"
Are the numbers that draw hisses
But we love to put them on

Well, we all go to concerts
But we disregard the danger
Confusing metal with Night Ranger
Is a sin common to all
Why were you so surprised
That you always thought Night Ranger
would be a rockin' rearranger
bashing Iron Maiden's skull?

Did you dare to let your lover see
The Night Ranger in yourself?
Don't be afraid to buy again
A listener's taste goes south
Every now and then
You've heard it
So has someone else
Don't be afraid
It's only gathering dust on a shelf

Once I used to believe
That Cinderella was the ruler
The heavy metal mack intruder
That could make wild Ozzy tame
When I tried to get a ticket
to their "Hot and Bothered" concert
Some drugged DJ on the radio
Said it's cancelled -- no one came

Well, we all "Smell The Glove"
As Spinal Tap would have us shout it
But we disregard the hazard
Of mixing Thor with bubblegum
And we all own collections
Though we share so many CDs
Along with studs, leathers and Wheaties
There are some we should never sell
Why were you so surprised
Singing along to your Night Ranger
Did you ever let your lover see
The Night Ranger in yourself?

You may never understand
How Night Ranger was discovered
But the music isn't evil, and
It isn't always wrong
Though you paid with good intentions
You will always wonder why, or
You'll give in to your desire
To play Night Ranger all night long