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It’s Saturday and I’ve got the feeeevver, the Saturday Night Fever!

(falsetto)

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin alive, stayin alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive.

Life goin’ nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin’ nowhere. somebody help me, yeah.
I’m stayin’ alive.

I’m playing the soundtrack for “Saturday Night Fever” and it’s CRANKED UP.

I was a year away from adolescence when “Saturday Night Fever” came out. But oh, the memories. Charlie’s Angels was on TV at the same time and I did my damndest to feather my straight, fine, Chinese hair. I wielded a curling iron as best I could, but my efforts foretold a lifetime of hairstyling ineptitude.

I’m not sure which came first, the mood or the music, but when I play this soundtrack I feel happy and I just wanna DANCE.

I may have been a dork when the movie came out.
I may have come out of the girls’ restroom with my skirt tucked into my panties.
I may have sat on the bleachers as my feathered hair slowly uncurled.

But those Bear Trap sandals I wore are long gone.
The braces a thing of the past.
And my hair …

Wind can’t ruffle it
No need to glop it
Rain can’t ruin it
No need to goop it
It’s cut real short
No more tress distress

Liking where you are is the best place to be.
Liking who you are is even better.

I guess when I hear the songs from my awkward youth they remind me of who I was and who I have become.
I celebrate myself and … (new track!)

I Want To Put On My My My My My
Boogie Shoes
Just To Boogie With You, Yeah
I Want To Put On My My My My My
Boogie Shoes Just To Boogie With You,Uh Huh
I Want To Do It ’til The Sun Comes Up
Uh Huh, And I Want To Do It ’til
I Can’t Get Enough, Yeah, Yeah
I Want To Put On My My My My My
Boogie Shoes

Why don’t you crank up YOUR dancin’ music,
put on your Boogie Shoes
Thrust out a hip and join me:

I‘m dancing like no one is watching
Life is a celebration
I’m dancing without a care
There’s no pause, no hesitation
I’m sexy and I’m free
It’s so fun to be me
I’m dancing like no one is watching…

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