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 time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling, or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose, 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!
You're playing so cool, obeying every rule
Dig a way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some-
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!
Ooh-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me!
Oh, Milo, come on, come on, let's go!
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose!
Cut footloose!
Cut footloose!
Cut footloose!
We got to turn it around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul
I'm turning you loose, 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!
Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes!
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees!
Jack, get back, come on before we crack!
Loose, you're loose
Everybody cut -, everybody cut -!
Everybody cut -, everybody cut -!
Everybody cut -, everybody cut -!
Everybody, everybody cut footloose!
Footloose!
Writer(s): Kenneth Clark Loggins, Dean Pitchford
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