WIGHTON

Footloose

from Footloose

by Kenny Loggins

Directors:     Becky Ackerman, Becky Swain

Group 1 sings blue words: Davey, Sebastien, Lucian, Ken, Allison, Andrea, Elliot

Group 2 sings red words: August, Beach, Danny, Leo, Francesca, Jasmine, Lauren

All sing black words

_________

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

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 the 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-whee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me

Whoah, Milo come on, come on let's go

Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

 

(cut footloose)

woah-oh-oh-oh

 

(cut footloose)

woah-oh-oh-oh

(cut footloose)

woah-oh-oh-oh

(cut footloose)

woah-oh-oh-oh

You got to turn me around

And put your feet on the ground

Gotta take the hold of all

 

I'm turning 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 (Footloose) 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, everybody cut

 

Everybody cut, everybody cut

Everybody cut, everybody cut

Everybody, everybody cut footloose

 

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

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 the 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-whee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoah, Milo come on, come on let's go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose