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