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