I've been working so hard.
I'm punching more cards.
I've got this feeling that time's just holding me down.
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town.
Now I've got to cut loose,
footloose.
Kick off Sunday's shoes.
Please,
Louise,
hold me up for my read.
Jack,
get back.
Come on before we crack.
Lose your groove.
Everybody cut footloose.
You're playing so cool.
I'm playing at a roll.
Take away down in your heart.
You're burning, you're hurting the false song.
Somebody to tell you life ain't passing you by.
I'm trying to tell you,
you know,
you don't even try.
You can buy it, but only cut loose, footloose.
Kick off Sunday's shoes.
Doody,
murdery,
shake, shake before me.
Oh,
my Lord,
you're not the most less *.
Loose, you're loose.
Everybody cut footloose.
Cut footloose.
Cut footloose.
Cut footloose.
Cut footloose.
You've got to turn it around and put your feet on the ground.
Well, take a hold of the phone.
Tell them to cut footloose.
Kick off Sunday's shoes.
Please,
Louise,
hold me up for my read.
Jack,
get back.
Come on before we crack.
Lose
your groove.
Everybody cut footloose.
Footloose.
Kick off Sunday's shoes.
Please,
Louise,
hold me up for my read.
Jack,
get back.
Come on before we crack.
Lose your groove.
Everybody cut, everybody cut.
Everybody cut, everybody cut.
Everybody cut, everybody cut.
Everybody cut footloose.