What does it take to getcha To admit it? How much light Till it shines on you, yeah? How much did she betcha You couldn't get it? What does it signify When it lands on you? They will tell you you're a loser They'll stone you in the streets Makes you kinda wonder 'bout the people you meet, yeah Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Mmm ... There's a telegram they send ya To tell you that you won And that now your life is gonna Suddenly be fun It's a piece of empty paper It's a piece of empty pie It's a vision of illusion It will surely pass you by And I don't know what to tell ya I haven't got a clue I don't know why people do the things that they do, no Mmm ... Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh What does it take to getcha As confused as me? And how much information Is gonna finally set you free? What does it take to getcha To admit it? How much light Shines on you, yeah? How much light Is gonna shine on you? How much light Shines on you?

I'll just keep on falling in love Till I get it right Right now I'm like a wounded bird Hungry for the sky But if I try my wings and try long enough I'm bound to learn to fly So I'll just keep on falling in love Till I get it right My door to love has opened out More times than in And I'm either fool or wise enough To open it again' Cause I'll never know what's beyond the mountain Till I reach the other side So I'll just keep on falling in love Till I get it right If practice makes perfect, then I'm near about as perfect As I'll ever be in my life So I'll just keep on falling in love Till I get it right

Wally's getting anxious thinking 'bout tonight Bruce is all spiffy looking, wicked looking right Eddie's getting spruced and Donna's getting loose They're passing 'round the bottle and they're getting good and juiced The B.G.'s wining-dining, checking talent at the club Skippers haunting second, looking forward to his rub The busters from the country and the hitters from the shop Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop Someone bring the records, someone get the brew Someone get a house, buddy, we'll know what to do Someone tell the ladies, someone make a deal If we can't find a house, someone better find a field Grass is good as carpet, anyplace is fine It's time to get to rockin', babe, it's time to make it shine Tell 'em we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop It's time to get down and do the horizontal bop Oh, yeah They're filling up the corners, they're filling up the streets You can feel the tension, you can almost feel the heat The music's getting louder, the beat's getting fast Summer's finally made it, yeah, it's finally here at last The pony cars are cruising on Woodward Avenue Go and try to pass 'em, they'll smoke you if you do The whole town's shaking from the bottom to the top Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop The busters from the country and the hitters from the shop Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop Tell 'em we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop