Footloose

Footloose
Kenny Loggins

Jack was bored.  Now, ordinarily he would have gone to talk to Clu or Fi to see what they were up to, but they had gone off into town.  Jack supposed he could have seen what his mom was up to, or even Carey, but they were at rehearsal.  What was a bored teenager in an empty house to do?  Jack thought and thought and finally had an idea.  He had just recently seen Risky Business and thought that maybe Tom Cruise was on to something.  He walked over to the stereo and selected a song.  Then he wriggled out of his pants, feeling almost naked in only his boxers, but relieved that no one else was here to see him.    He padded over to the kitchen counter barefoot, shoes and socks having been discarded a long time ago and grabbed a pair of sunglasses.  Feeling positively stupid, he grabbed the stereo remote and pushed play.

I been working so hard
Keep punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got

Jack twirled around, moonwalking across the kitchen floor.


I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town

He ran over to the couch and jumped onto it.


Tonight I gotta cut

Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose

He began to shake his hips in time with the music, playing an invisible guitar.


You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're yearning, burning for some

He jumped off of the couch, doing the splits in midair.


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

Jack threw himself on the floor and began kicking the air.


You can fly if you'd only cut

Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Ooo-whee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
C'mon, c'mon let go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose

He jumped up and began to run in place.


FIRST - we got to turn you around
SECOND - You put your feet on the ground
THIRD - Now take a hold of your soul
FOUR - Whooooooooa, I'm turning it

He began to dance again, his arms flailing as he did the cancan.


Loose, FOOTLOOSE

Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Ooo-whee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo
C'mon, c'mon let go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose

Jack wasn't bored anymore.