Well, the way I see it, doesn't really matter
Because it don't make no sense to all those mad Manhatters
But I do believe that there must come a moment
When even the piggiest pig must get on up and move it
I got this friend named Neil, swears Nixon had a soul
But what I'd like to know is can Giuli do the stroll?
People always ask me, "What's so fucking great about dancing?"
How the fuck should I know? Yeah, even I can barely understand it
But when the music takes over, the music takes control
Here's a message to you, Rudy and you, sir, Mr. Bloomberg
And the rest of you ties-too-tight dudes
Y'all could learn a lesson, by losing inhibitions, yeah
Losing yourself in the music, losing yourself in the moment
Because we have nothing more than this very second
You can't count on the one coming after, no one's sure about the one before
So forget about it, we live here and now, dude, here and now, here and now, here and now
So get on down
Tururutututuruu, tururutututututuruu...
NYC is where the freaks come to be free and if I can't get my freak on see
I'm a hang up Giuliani, he can sick his lackeys on me
But you can't stop a new age dawning
So if you got hips then shake them
And if you got fears forsake them
Giuliani's got his rules but we ain't no fools, let's break them
Let's break them, let's break them down
And on the way we'll make them say
Everybody cut, everybody cut, everybody cut
Footloose
Tururutututuruu, tururutututututuruu...
Writer(s): Daniel Timothy Gorman, Tyler Pope, Justin William Vandervolgen, Nicholas Joseph Offer, Allan Odel Wilson, John Edward Pugh, Mario G Andreoni
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