(M. Crenshaw)



Wild abandon, yes wild abandon

Grab hold of this sound while the room spins 'round

In wild abandon

Wild abandon, yes wild abandon

Don't stare at the ceiling

Feel this feeling of wild abandon

Roll on in wild abandon

Well I was minding my own...

Walking alone at the end of a Monday, a dreary old Monday

No moon hanging high in the cold grey sky

I saw a light in a doorway

I walked on slowly and then I heard a

screaming stomping sound

Next thing I knew I was jumping around in

Wild abandon, yes wild abandon

I wanna smash through my cares and

dance over chairs in wild abandon

Wild abandon, yes wild abandon

Now it's long overdue for me to rock with you

in wild abandon

Roll on in wild abandon

I mean total abandon

Now I'm just minding my own...

Drinking alone in a dive on Broadway, dirty old Broadway

Now I don't know about you, but I'm moved through