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 everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its 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

Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, dont check on your watch
Not another glance
Im not leaving now, honey not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Everybody live for the music-go-round

Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round