Soy Luna

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 are holding me down
I’ll hit the ceiling
Or else I’ll tear up this town.

Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your 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
I’m trying to tell you
It will if you don’t even try.

If you only cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oo-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.
Oh, oh, oh, cut footloose.
Oh, oh, oh, cut footloose.
Oooh.

You’ve got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take the hold of all.

Ah, ah, ah...

I’m turning it loose footloose,
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees.
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues.

Everybody cut, everybody cut,
Everybody cut, everybody cut,
Everybody cut, everybody cut,
Everybody cut, everybody cut footloose.
Hey!