If everybody had an ocean

Across the U.S.A.

Then everybody'd be surfin'

Like Californi-a

You'd see them wearing their baggies

Huarache sandals too

A bushy bushy blond hairdo

Surfin' U.S.A.

You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar

(Inside, outside, U.S.A.)

Ventura County line

(Inside, outside, U.S.A.)

Santa Cruz and Trestles

(Inside, outside, U.S.A.)

Australia's Narrabeen

(Inside, outside, U.S.A.)

All over Manhattan

(Inside, outside, U.S.A.)

And down Doheny Way

(Inside, outside)

Everybody's gone surfin'

Surfin' U.S.A.

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Dance

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Everybody's gone surfin'

Surfin' U.S.A.

Everybody's gone surfin'

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Listn' to the Ground

There is movement all around

There is something goin' down

And I can feel it

On the waves of the air

There is dancin' out there

If it's something we can share

We can steal it

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Night fever, night fever

We know how to do it

Gimme that night fever, night fever

We know how to show it

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Here I am

Prayin' for this moment to last

Livin' on the music so fine

Borne on the wind

Makin' it mine

Night fever, night fever

We know how to do it

Gimme that night fever, night fever

We know how to show it

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Been working so hard

I'm punching my card

Eight hours for what

Oh, tell me what I got

I've got this feeling

That times are holding me down

I'll hit the ceiling

Or else I'll tear up this town

Now got cut loose, footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees

Jack, get back, come on before we crack

Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

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Jack, get back, come on before we crack

Lose your blues, everybody cut, everybody cut

Everybody cut, everybody cut

Everybody cut, everybody cut

(Everybody) everybody cut footloose