Every morning the clock kicks off the beat.   Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet.   Waits in his platforms for the right train to come.   Sipping his coffee another day has begun      Little Joe got work for minimum wage   Tries to get through another dead beat day   At five a clock he comes home to change   takes him many hours just to rearrange      And he works his body just to be somebody   There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream   And he works his body and he feels somebody   and the working boy becomes a dancing queen      And he works his body just to be somebody.   There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream.   And he works his body just to feel somebody   and the working boy becomes a dancing queen.      Every night the DJ kicks off the beat.   Little Cleo's jumping just to get up on her feet.   Waits in her platforms for the right song to come.   Sipping her cocktail another night has begun.      And he works his body just to be somebody.   There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream.   And he works his body and he feels somebody   and the working boy became a dancing queen.      Every morning the clock kicks off the beat   Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet.   Waits in his platforms for the right train to come...