Footloose Lyrics

I’ve been workin’ so hard.  I’m punchin’ 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.

Now 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.  I dig a way down in your heart.  You're burning, yearning for 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 can fly if you'd only cut,

Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes.  Oo wee, Marie shake it, shake it for me.

oh, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go.  Lose your blues everybody cut footloose

Ohhhhhhhhhh

Cut footloose

ohhhhhhhhhh

Everybody cut everybody cut

Everybody cut everybody cut:  

Everybody cut everybody cut

Everybody everybody cut footloose!