I've been workin' so hard, I'm punchin' my card
Eight hours for what? Oh, tell me what I got
I get this feeling that time's just holdin' me down
I'll hit the ceilin', or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues: everybody cut footloose
You're playin' so cool, obeyin' every rule
I dig a way down into your heart
You're burning, yearning for songs
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by, yeah
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Ooh-whee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo, c'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues: everybody cut footloose
(Whoa, cut footloose)
(Whoa, cut footloose)
(Whoa, cut footloose)
We got to turn you around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul
I'm turning it loose
Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues: everybody cut footloose
Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody, everybody, cut footloose
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