Working Class Radio

After eight long hours of working in the factory
His legs was tired as he walked out through the door
His hands was dirty and his head was aching
He said: "It's like a sickness but I think I know a cure"

It's Friday night, the time is right
My mind is set I'm going out tonight
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more
Swinging my feet out on the floor

This is all music for the working class radio
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight
Make you dance tonight

After spending fiftteen hours in our tour buss
After we've been sleeping on some madras on the floor
After we've been playing in front of a crowd of twenty morons
It's nice to know that life can offer something more

It's Friday night, the time is right
My mind is set I'm going out tonight
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more
Swinging my feet out on the floor

This is all music for the working class radio
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight

Dance tonight

It's Friday night, the time is right
My mind is set I'm going out tonight
I'm gonna dance 'till I can't dance no more
Swinging my feet out on the floor

This is all music for the working class radio
This will all make you dance, dance, dance tonight
This is all music for the working class radio
This will all make you dance tonight
Dance, dance