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 everyone's moving   I can fell the heat   But it's 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      We're the kids in america   We're the kids in america   Everybody live for the music-go-round      Bright lights the music gets faster   Look boy, don't check on your watch   Not another glance   I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance      Hot-shot, give me no problems   Much later baby you'll be saying never mind   You know life is cruel, life is never kind      Everybody live for the music-go-round      We're the kids in america   We're the kids in america   Everybody live for the music-go-round