(cioffi/todd/crenshaw)      Well now baby's gone out of control   Body and soul   She got to cut loose living only for the sound   Of the baddest sounds around   And baby's spent all of her dough   On countin' on clothes   Every look every fashion that comes on strong   Baby just wants to belong   She can't dance   She can't sing   But she's got to be part of that pop music thing   Well now baby's only trying to lose   All of her blues   Down in her heart 'cause she's only seventeen   And she means to cause a scene   She can't dance, she can't sing   She can't dance, she can't sing   But she's got to part of that bang bang head bang music   She moves to the radio   Every night and day I can hear her say   "let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go"   Well let's go now!   She can't dance, she can't sing   She can't dance, she can't sing   But she's got to part of that bang bang head bang music   She moves to the radio   Every night and day I can hear her say   "let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go"   Well now baby's gone out of control   Body and soul   She got to cut loose living only for the sound   Of the baddest sounds around   She can't dance   She can't sing   But she's got to be part of that pop music thing   Right here in new york!   She can't dance (she can't dance)   She can't sing (she can't sing)   (rock bop, rhythm and blues)