Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

It's just a shimmy and a shake, ah-ho I can't fake, we're on top, we're on top But now I've found the velvet sun That shines on me and you In the back, ah-ho, I can't crack We're on top And we don't mean to satisfy tonight So get your eyes off of my

When I'm up I can't get down Can't get down, can't get level Get my feet back on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You

'Cause ain't much changed but my age The man you love is the same I gave you the best of my pieces Promise me you'll let me come back home Keep my bed warm Only say you'll be there when I do Promise you get the best of me Got my mind on your waist

My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs Carry On My

Get on your way No way you're gonna work And Jack don't rock Oh what a shame I open the door Ooo, I strut like a cock It's all coming back to me If it's all the same I'll get on my coat and leave

I'm gonna build a fire in the middle of July Burn your pictures and go for a drive Down to the river Watch the ink from your love letters fade Come back home and turn that old mattress over Pour out the whiskey try wakin' up sober Gonna change it all

Maybe you shouldn't come back Maybe you shouldn't come back to me Sorry I'm not sorry for the times Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby Stop right now, you'll only let me down, oh oh I don't reply, you know the reason why See you calling

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

I don't want to leave you breathless This is the end of I spend my days looking through pages Trying to find a way to get away from me With love to give that leaves you breathless Now all I need to find a way back inside my mind When will you realize A