Footloose

Martin Urrutia

Compositor: Martin Urrutia

King 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

So 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
Deep way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some, somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by (hey, hey)
I'm tryna 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
Whoa, Milo, come on, come on, let's go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

Oh-oh-oh (cut footloose)
(First) you've got to turn me around
(Second) and put your feet on the ground
(Third) gotta take the hold of all

(Four) I'm turning it 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
(Hey!)