Letras
Gotta groove
Friday night
Gotta groove
Feel alright
Downtown bar 8pm
Sun going down
Heinz were lining up
Sure as evening comes around
Little Jimmy with his razor
Blew in from outer space
Little Suzie with her sailor
Says "time is not a race"
Somewhere in the distance
Saw the band check in on time
Hadn't played here for years
Since 1989
Remember the days that we're coming from
You gotta get back to where you belong
Brian from the head shop
He's got his best dress on
He says he hasn't felt like this
Since Hunky Dory came along
Hippie Sarah from the pawn shop
She found a future in a British Steel
Got her Zodiac record collection
She says it tells her how to feel
Remember the days that we're coming from
Remember the place that we all belong
Gotta get back to where you belong
Friday night
You gotta groove
Feel alright
You gotta groove
Friday night
You gotta groove
Feel alright
You gotta groove
Here come the right wing crew
With the right wing cigarettes
They got a right wing magazine
That hasn't been invented yet
We threw them out so early
That they couldn't pay the price
That's what you get for wrecking their heads
And putting us through things twice
The girls behind the bar
Dancing to the Bee Gees
Everything is possible
No one is gonna leave
Gotta groove
Friday night
Gotta groove
Feels right
Gotta groove
This is Friday night
You gotta move
If it feels right
You know it feels right