πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/storytellerz Lyrics written by @Arloma. All rights reserved Β© 2026 πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί [Fast electric guitar riff] Well, come on! One, two β€” one, two, three, four! πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί Danny worked late at the roadside grill, Flipping those burgers by the windowsill. But under the counter, hidden out of sight, Was a six-string beauty that he played all night. When the clock struck ten and the boss went home, He turned that diner to a thunder zone. The coffee cups shook, the old lights swung, And every little table started beating like a drum. πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί Rattle that floor, shake that door, Play that guitar like never before. Move your feet, let the good times roll, Give a little fire to your rock ’n’ roll soul. Rattle that floor, don’t play it slow, Turn up the rhythm and let yourself go. The whole town’s jumping, shouting for more, Come on, Danny boy β€” rattle that floor! πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί [Fast double-stop guitar solo] [Boogie-woogie piano joins] πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί A girl named Sally in a polka-dot dress Said, β€œThat boy’s trouble, but I like that mess.” She kicked off her shoes and she spun around, Till the sheriff came knocking from the edge of town. He walked through the doorway looking mean and tall, Then Danny hit a chord that shook the wall. The sheriff dropped his hat, started tapping his shoe, Said, β€œMove those tables, boys β€” I’m dancing too!” πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί Rattle that floor, shake that door, Play that guitar like never before. Move your feet, let the good times roll, Give a little fire to your rock ’n’ roll soul. Rattle that floor, don’t play it slow, Turn up the rhythm and let yourself go. The whole town’s jumping, shouting for more, Come on, Danny boy β€” rattle that floor! πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί The clock kept ticking, but nobody cared, There was music flying everywhere. From the kitchen door to the parking lot, Danny kept playing everything he got. πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί [Handclaps and walking bass] Shake it left! Shake it right! Keep that old guitar burning all night! πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί Rattle that floor, shake that door, Play that guitar like never before. Move your feet, let the good times roll, Give a little fire to your rock ’n’ roll soul. Rattle that floor, don’t play it slow, Turn up the rhythm and let yourself go. The whole town’s jumping, shouting for more, Come on, Danny boy β€” rattle that floor! πŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•ΊπŸŽΈπŸŽ€πŸ•Ί [Wild guitar and piano ending] Rattle that floor! Yeah, rattle that floor! One more time!