Dance (club mix) Lyrics

All week long I've been lookin' forward,
To a hardwood floor and a country band.
Scootin', shootin', howlin' and hootin',
At "The Swingin' Door" with all my friends.
Thank God it's finally Friday,
Gonna get my old boots down.
Gotta find me a long, tall cowboy,
After the sun goes down, I'll swing him around.
And dance, dance, get out on the floor and dance.
Dance, dance, get out on the floor and,
Hoe down, show down, everybody throw down.

I wanna hear a fiddle sawin',
And I can't get enough of that guitar twang.
Bankers and brokers in Wranglers and Ropers:
Everybody's doin' that cowboy thing.
Thank God it's finally Friday,
Gonna get my old boots down.
Gotta find me a long, tall cowboy,
After the sun goes down, I'll swing him around.
And dance, dance (Yeah.), get out on the floor and dance.
Dance (Yeah.), dance (Ooh.), get out on the floor and,
Hoe down, show down, everybody throw down.

Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh , ooh, ooh.

Dance.

Swing 'em fast, swing 'em slow,
Lift 'em high, dip 'em low.
Ala Mande and Do-Si-Do,
Now you got it, way to go.
(Let it go, boy.)

Ah, dance, dance (Yeah.), get out on the floor and dance.
Dance, dance (Yeah.), get out on the floor and,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Dance (Yeah.) dance (Whoo.), get out on the floor and dance
Dance (Yeah.), dance (Whoo.), get out on the floor and
Hoe down, show down, everybody throw down.
Hoe down, show down, everybody throw down.
Hoe down, show down, everybody throw down.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.
Dance.