Footloose
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Dean Pitchford
Performer(s): Kenny Loggins;
and various other artists



I´ve been working so hard 
I´m punching my card 
Eight hours for what? 
Oh, tell me what I got 
I´ve got this feeling 
That times´s just holding me down 
I´ll hit the ceiling or else 
I´ll tear up this town 

Now I gotta cut loose 
1-Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes 
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees 
Jack, get Mack, come on before we crack 
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose... 

You´re playing so cool, obeying every rule 
Deep way down in your heart 
You´re burning yearning for the sun 
Somebody to tell you that life ain´t passing you by 
I´m trying to tell you 
It will if you don´t even try 
You´ll get by if you´d only

Cut loose, footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes 
Oo-wee Marie shake it, shake it for me 
Woah, Milo come on, come on let´s go 
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose...

You got to turn me around...and put your 
Feet on the ground, gotta take the hold of all 
I´m turning loose