After eight long hours of working in the factory, his legs were tired as he walked out through the door. His hands were dirty and his head was aching. He said it's like a sickness but I think Iknow a cure. It's friday night, the time is right, my mind is set, I'm going out tonight. I'm gonna dance 'til I cant dance no more, swinging my feet out on the floor. This is music for the working class radio. This will make you dance, dance, dance tonight. After spending fiftteen hours in our tour bus. After we've been sleeping on some madrasses on the floor. After we've been playing in front of a crowd of twenty morons, it's nice to know that life can offer something more...
Writer(s): John Winston Lennon
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