I like it    I don't like it

Written by ricky & marty wilde


Everybody live for the music-go-round

Everybody live for the music-go-round


Looking out a dirty old window

Down below the cars in the

City go rushing by

I sit here alone

And I wonder why


Friday night and everyones moving

I can fell the heat

But its shooting

Heading down

I search for the beat in this dirty town


Everybody live for the music-go-round

Everybody live for the music-go-round


Were the kids in america

Were the kids in america

Everybody live for the music-go-round


Bright lights the music gets faster

Look boy, dont check on your watch

Not another glance

Im not leaving now, honey not a chance


Hot-shot, give me no problems

Much later baby youll be saying never mind

You know life is cruel, life is never kind


Everybody live for the music-go-round


Were the kids in america

Were the kids in america

Everybody live for the music-go-round