To commemorate, we offer a celebratory poem.

I been working so hard Keep punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got.

I get this feeling that time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town

Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're yearning, burning for some

Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try

You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo, c'mon, c'mon let go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose