Song Description
Based on the observation that some fellas view attractive girls as pets or trophies.
The girl in the song breaks free of such a spell, woken up by the call of the music.
| Song Length |
5:25 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
She tries to sit still ?cause he doesn?t like to dance
But the music?s reaching her, he doesn?t stand a chance
The way he puts her down is really such a crime
He?s going to lose the girl ? it?s just a matter of time
Once that good old rock and roll starts to weave its spell
She?s a kid back at the fairground, she?s seen the carousel
She?s got to move, she can?t sit still
The music?s loud, the tables rock, the drinks will spill
He?s yelling now, his voice is shrill
She doesn?t care, the night is hers, she?ll hold on to the thrill
Once the band are playing and they?ve locked into that groove
There?s no more time for talk ? She?s got to move
The guys all give her lines, she gives them oxygen debt
She needs a man with twin carburetors but she ain?t found one yet
The way she wears them out is just too sad to see
She makes them look like dump trucks tryin? to race the Grand Prix
Once that good old rock and roll starts to weave its spell
She?s a kid back at the fairground, she?s seen the carousel
She?s got to move, she can?t sit still
The music?s loud, the tables? rock, the drinks will spill
There are no brakes, it?s a ride down hill
She doesn?t care, the night is hers, she?ll hold on to the thrill
?Cause once the band are playing and they?ve locked into that groove
There?s no more time for talk ? She?s got to move
And when they see her standing still they think she?s tired and tame
She is only waiting ?til the band plugs in again
She?s got to move
(Sax break)
She?s got to move, she can?t sit still
The music?s loud, the tables? rock, the drinks will spill
There are no brakes, it?s a ride down hill
She doesn?t care, the night is hers, she?ll hold on to the thrill
Once the band are playing and they?ve locked into that groove
There?s no more time to talk - She?s got to move
She?s got to move, she can?t sit still
The music?s loud, the tables? rock, the drinks will spill
There are no brakes, it?s a ride down hill
She doesn?t care, this night is hers, she?ll hold on to the thrill
?Cause once the band are playing and they?ve locked into that groove
There?s no more time to talk - She?s got to move
(End fade)
Words and Music Copyright Chris Betts 1996