I been working so hard, keep punching my card.Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got. I get 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 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 playing so cool obeying every rule. Dig way down in your heart? You're yearning, burning 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 can fly if you'd only cut. Loose, footloose; kick off your Sunday shoes. Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me. Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let go. Lose your blues everybody cut footloose.

We got to turn you around.

You put your feet on the ground.

Now take a hold of your soul.

Whooooooooa, I'm turning it. Loose, FOOTLOOSE.