Footloose

Been working so hard, I’m punching my card
Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got

I’ve got this feeling, that time’s just a holding me down
I’ll hit the ceiling or else I’ll tear up this town
So now I gotta cut

You’re playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep a way down in your heart
You’re burning yearning for some

Somebody to tell you that life ain’t passing you by
I’m trying to tell you it will if you don’t even try…    You’ll get by
If you’d only cut

(Ooh-oh-oh    Cut footloose)   
(Ooh-oh-oh    Cut footloose)   
(Ooh-oh-oh    Cut footloose)   

You’ve got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Gotta take the hold of all

I’m turning it

Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut (Everybody)
Everybody cut footloose!