(J.C. Fogerty)
Ev`ry day I`m gonna strut that stuff.
When the music`s loud I can`t get enough.
Singin` hi, singin` hi,
Come on feet, Teach yourself to move.
People shuff`lin` up and down again.
Unhappy faces ain`t gonna get you in.
Singin` hi, singin` hi,
Come on people, Teach yourself to move.
Hey, hey! Hey, all right!
Spread the news, we`re goin` have some fun.
Let it go, movin` son-of-a-gun.
Singin` hi, signin` hi,
Come on feet, We was Born To Move.
Hey, hey, Lord! Come on, move it, now boy!
