So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf And just enjoy yourself Life ain't so bad at all If you live it off the wall 'Cause we're the party people night and day Livin' crazy that's the only way Groove, let the madness in the music get to

To me, to me Sooner or later it all comes around Hopefully then I will see After the people and places are gone You will come back, you will come back to me You will come back to me Woman help me, you turn my head in circles Mama blessed me with magnet

Livin' on Tulsa time left Oklahoma drivin' in a Pontiac Just about to lose my mind I was goin' on to Arizona, maybe on to California Where all the people live so fine My baby said I was crazy, my momma called me lazy I was goin' to show 'em all this time

Play me a song People said he was useless Them people all were fools To ever play the blues Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker Well, I used to wake the mornin'

Dance to the Music, dance to the music Get up and dance to the music! Get on up and dance to the fonky music! All we need is a drummer For people who only need a beat I'm gonna add a little guitar And make it easy to move your feet I'm gonna add some

She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

We can see where things go naturally Just say the word and I'll part the sea It's alright Just come over here and sit next to me Yeah, it's alright Yeah it's over, it's over I'm circling these vultures Got me praying, man this hunger Feeling something

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A They have everything for young men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man,

Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah We are all free now What noisy cats are we? Night wings, or hair chains? Long, low time ago, people talk to me The whiskey is water, the water is wine Girl and dog, he bore his cross A long, low time ago People talk to me

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places