Lyrics

Fair Use

to "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins

I been working all night Outlining copyright Eight hours, for what? I really gotta stop I'd rather be singing Unlicensed ripoffs like this If he could hear me Would Kenny Loggins be pissed? Because it's not fair use, fair use We stole the song "Footloose" Hacks, we're hacks Stealing these old soundtracks Oh, you know That's how we wrote this show There's no excuse We know it's not fair use We're all in law school Too swamped to play it cool Too tired from acting smart To write new music for some Some songs that tell you Life is passing you by Our lives are hell too That's why we won't even try We won't try to claim that it's fair use, fair use Hope that nobody sues Jeez Louise These are not parodies I guess, at best We'd fail the four-pronged test The court would use To see if it's fair use Ohhhhhhh What's fair use? Ahhhhhhh First: How much music did you take? Second: And how much cash will you make? Third: Now what's the point of your song? Four: Nooooo... It ain't fair use, fair use This song is not fair use Hacks, we're hacks Stealing these old soundtracks Jeez Louise These are not parodies There's no excuse Law Revue is not fair use Law Revue is not, Law Revue is not Law Revue is not, Law Revue is not Law Revue is not, Law Revue is not Everybody knows that this is not a fair use

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 I gotta cut loose, footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise Pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack Come on before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool Obeying every rule Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You'll get by if you'd only cut loose, footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Oo-wee Marie, shake it Shake it for me Woah, Milo Come on, come on let's go Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose Ohhhhhhh Cut footloose Ahhhhhhh You've got to turn me around And put your feet on the ground Gotta take the hold of all I'm turning it... Loose, footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise Pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack Come on before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody, everybody cut footloose

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