Stress

Stress/ with a capital S. Dance it away/ dance it away/dance it/ Dance it away Wife is leaving Baby's screaming Boss is on the phone Coffee debts and cigarettes They won't leave you alone roll on roll on roll on Beeping horns and grinding gearts You're gonna be late Pressure brings you close to tears Ya can't miss that date roll on roll on roll on (stress, with a capital s) Teachers, preachers mom and dad They're all on your case cll you really want Is to get out of this place roll on roll on roll on Competitions' everywhere Just for a job Those who's standing first in line Makes ya feel like a slob roll on,roll on,roll on Under the gun you're living in strife Eye on the clock Run for you life Losing the one that you love cause you can't find the time Go to the music, start to unwind Turn on your feet, turn off your mind Let yourself flow to the beat of the song Loosen up and loosen and dance along