Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay. Well, I came down there with my hat caved in Oh I'll go back home with my pocket full of tin oh doo-dah day Well, the Camptown ladies sing this

Holla holla Holla holla At you girl Let me holla at you girl Got all these gorilla's here, all these women here 'Cause my Lamborghini doors go up and down Somebody here goin' That's why I'm tryna Holla, holla

I don't know much about eternity Or where somebody like me's gonna wind up going All I know is that I have already been Parked in a Chevy by the deep river rolling And that summer night, shooting star paradise Might be all that I'm getting Kissing and

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all Somebody to have Now the day bleeds I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to

Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Got the club goin' crazy Is you somebody's baby? If you, we gon' need it, baby Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes on you All these bitches, but my

I'm going home Where somebody love me I'm going home, see my mother Going home, won't my brother be glad? I'm going home, to see my mother I'm going home, to see my dear old dad I'm going home, to be with my sister I'm going home, won't my brother be

Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Tell me what is the soul of a man? Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors I'm going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? I've travelled

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the lights We're gonna have a party It's starting tonight The room is hot and that's good Some of my friends came by