Written by ricky & marty wilde



Everybody live for the music-go-round

Everybody live for the music-go-round



Looking out a dirty old window

Down below the cars in the

City go rushing by

I sit here alone

And i wonder why



Friday night and everyone's moving

I can fell the heat

But it's shooting

Heading down

I search for the beat in this dirty town



Everybody live for the music-go-round

Everybody live for the music-go-round



We're the kids in america

We're the kids in america

Everybody live for the music-go-round



Bright lights the music gets faster

Look boy, don't check on your watch

Not another glance

I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance



Hot-shot, give me no problems

Much later baby you'll be saying never mind

You know life is cruel, life is never kind



Everybody live for the music-go-round



We're the kids in america

We're the kids in america

Everybody live for the music-go-round




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