I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

All my tired has gone away Sunday morning my head is bad Blue Monday, how I hate blue Monday Got me workin' like a dog all day Here comes Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday I'm so tired, I've got no time to play Look out Wednesday I'm beat to my bone My girl

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

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,

And that's how it works It's how you get the girl, girl, oh I would wait for ever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I want you for worse or for better I would wait for ever and ever (Ever and ever) (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

And I'm telling the world you're my Pride and joy, pride and joy, pride and joy You've got kisses sweeter than honey And I work 7 days a week to give you all my money And that's why you are my pride and joy You're my pride and joy, pride and joy, pride

No doubt about it that boy's country strong Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home He's up in the mornin' yawnin' with those work boots on Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low Makin

(Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more It's a cabaret Cause even though I'm a professional I like to do my work at home (Get on the floor, get on the floor) Now can we discuss

I ain't leavin' without your love Under the downtown neon lights That's when you caught my eye You got me all worked up It's obvious we both know The night ain't long enough This goin' end tomorrow Tonight ain't long enough I'm old enough to know that

This is spiritual, under your spell Like an angel, oh, at blow Like a feather, you make me float Magic, or one, or mystery All of you trying to work on me I would surrender myself Holy hell, and heaven high You will open up my eyes Phenomenon, the way