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 still holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town

Tonight I gotta cut

We got to go cutloose, footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees

Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues

Everybody cut footloose

You're playing so cool

Obeying every rule
Dig a 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
You can fly You can Fly
(Ren) If you'd only cut


Footloose whoa whoa
Cut foot loose


(Dialouge between ren and ethel)


First we got to turn you around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul

Now take a hold of your soul

(Then comes church scene)