Footloose
I've been working so hardI'm punching my cardEight hours for whatOh tell me what I got
I've got this feelingThat times are just holding me downI'll hit the ceilingOr else I'll tear up this town (oohh)
Now I gotta cut loose, footlooseKick off your Sunday shoesPlease, Louise, pull me off of my kneesJack, get back, come on before we crackLose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so coolObeying every ruleDeep way down in your heartYou're burning yearning for someSomebody to tell youThat life ain't passing you byI'm trying to tell youIt will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footlooseKick off your Sunday shoesOo-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for meWhoa, Milo, come on, come on let's goLose your blues, everybody cut footloose
ooooh-oh-oh(Cut foot-loose)ooooh-oh-oh(Cut foot-loose)ooooh-oh-oh(Cut foot-loose)Oooooooooh
You've got to turn me aroundAnd put your feet on the groundNow take the hold of all(all-all-all-all...)
I'm turning it to loose, footlooseKick off your Sunday shoesPlease, Louise, pull me off of my kneesJack, get back, come on before we crackLose your blues,
Everybody cut, everybody cutEverybody cut, everybody cutEverybody cut, everybodyEverybody cut, everybody cut footlooseHey