Strut
She'd heard it for the last time
Her mother's favorite pastime
Leaving daughter dearest
To question what she's worth
She took a swig, took a drag
Snatched her worn out leather coat
Pink hair flyin', west coast style and
Mama don't have to know
Friday night's creepin' 'round the corner
Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? Don't it make you wanna smile?
There's no room for judgin' when you're dancin' and you're lovin'
C'mon, Brother, crank that dial
You can strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
That tie was growin' tighter
His motivation lighter
Couldn't tell if his degree
Was a collar or a crown
Well that money's nice
But for much too steep a price
Think it might be time
To put the livin' back in life
Friday night's creepin' 'round the corner
Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? Don't it make you wanna smile?
There's no room for judgin' when you're dancin' and you're lovin'
C'mon, Gary, crank that dial
You can strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Friday night's creepin' 'round the corner
Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? Don't it make you wanna smile?
Oh yeah
I said don't it make you wanna smile now?
C'mon let me see that freak flag fly now
I need somebody to make some noise
Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon let me see you strut, let me see you strut yeah
C'mon let me see you strut now ladies in the back
Oh, fellas where you at, fellas where you at, fellas where you at?
Oh we gon' make a fool up in here
Here we go
Said strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Turn it, turn it on up, on up, up yeah
Her mother's favorite pastime
Leaving daughter dearest
To question what she's worth
She took a swig, took a drag
Snatched her worn out leather coat
Pink hair flyin', west coast style and
Mama don't have to know
Friday night's creepin' 'round the corner
Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? Don't it make you wanna smile?
There's no room for judgin' when you're dancin' and you're lovin'
C'mon, Brother, crank that dial
You can strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
That tie was growin' tighter
His motivation lighter
Couldn't tell if his degree
Was a collar or a crown
Well that money's nice
But for much too steep a price
Think it might be time
To put the livin' back in life
Friday night's creepin' 'round the corner
Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? Don't it make you wanna smile?
There's no room for judgin' when you're dancin' and you're lovin'
C'mon, Gary, crank that dial
You can strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Friday night's creepin' 'round the corner
Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? Don't it make you wanna smile?
Oh yeah
I said don't it make you wanna smile now?
C'mon let me see that freak flag fly now
I need somebody to make some noise
Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
C'mon let me see you strut, let me see you strut yeah
C'mon let me see you strut now ladies in the back
Oh, fellas where you at, fellas where you at, fellas where you at?
Oh we gon' make a fool up in here
Here we go
Said strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Go'on strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Strut your stuff
Party 'til you've had enough
Strut your stuff
Let it, let it all out
Turn it, turn it on up
Turn it, turn it on up, on up, up yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Porter Dowdy, Davis Gary Huggins, Matthew Malphrus, Trenton Duncan Ii, Hugo Rosales Santana
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