Big ship sailing on the ocean We don't need no commotion Say when I'm ready you must hold on steady We're moving off at lightening speed, yeah Take a seat and wait 'till I'm ready The wind is blowing and the fishes keep movin' What are you doing mister

Midnight is where the day begins Through the light projected He can see himself up close See through in the sunlight She wore lemon A man makes a picture A moving picture

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

Keep it moving, don't stop Just to remind us 'fore we lonesome You can have it anytime you want to hold some You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (I'm ready to) You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (yeah) Now all I need is

I want you and no one else I want you for myself I want you, and nothing else, but you I know I'm acting confused I got nothing to lose I'll never let you go (na-na-na-na) Motherfucker never loved me 'Cause I ain't gonna let you go Moving on, gotta take

Goin' mobile Keep me moving When I'm mobile I'm going home And when I want to go home, I'm going mobile Well I'm gonna find a home on wheels, see how it feels, I can pull up by the curb, I can make it on the road, I can stop in any street

I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more (Mm, back up) I think that it's over I swear to God I'm moving on (Free your mind, and let your conscience be free) I know just who you are You put me on lay away You just love to heart shop

Because she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you

Hail Satan, Archangelo Hail Satan, Welcome year zero Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice Equal as parasites and moving without eyes A day of reckoning when penance is to burn Count

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,