If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You wont care it's true
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
Until the sound comes through
Nothing can make you look with it
It only makes you look nice
Watching the days go by
We can't go to Gaylord's house
You know we have no time
We order too many cocktails That is the way of the world
