Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me to hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl Well, little old me
Well don't let me out of your sight
Oh, I'm just a girl
All pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh I've had it up to here
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things that I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes
Oh, am I making myself clear
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world
- How much is this, Lori? - It's very expensive.
It's very expensive.
Look, I got money to spend in here.
I don't think we have anything for you. You're obviously in the wrong place.
Please leave.
You know, even though we've watched "Pretty Woman" like 36 times...
- I never get tired of making fun of it. - Oh, I know.
Aww, poor thing. Look! They won't let her shop.
Yeah, like those salesgirls in Beverly Hills aren't bigger whores than she is.
I know!
Oh, my God, listen to that sad, sad music as she leaves.
It's like, boo-hoo. Uhh.
But it is actually kind of sad.
Anything you see here we can do, by the way. Get ready to have some fun, okay?
- Okay. - Mary Pat, Mary Kate, Mary Frances, Tovah.
- Let's see it, come on! Let's see the outfit. - How divine!
Exactly how obscene--
I just get really happy when they finally let her shop.
Okay, so I have nothing to wear.
We don't even have time to make anything new before we go out.
Well, what about this?
- Did you lose weight? - Actually, I have been trying this new fat-free diet I invented.
All I've had to eat for the past six days are Gummi Bears, jelly beans, and candy corns.
God, I wish I had your discipline.
- This is it - Work this
- Diddy-bum diddy-bum pow - Here it is
I can't believe how cute I look!
I know! You know what? This is like the cutest we've ever looked.
Oh, it's definitely the cutest. Don't you love how we can just say that to each other...
- and we know that we're not being conceited? - Oh, I know.
No, we're just being honest.
- Be my lover, Want to be my lover - Lover
Go ahead and take your time Boy you got to feel secure
Before I make you mine Baby you have to be sure
You want to be my lover Want to be my lover
God. I hope some cute guys get here tonight. They were cute last night.
- Oh, they were cute. - Really cute! - Oh!
- Hey, Michele! Romy! - We'll take two Diet Cokes?
Right, with extra cherries. Don't move. I'll be right back.
Okay. I have the yuckiest taste in my mouth from those taquitos.
- Eeew. - I hope I don't get indigestion.
Hey, remember that time I barfed from bad Mexican food? It was so gross.
- Oh, my God, I hate throwing up in public. - Me too! Ooh.
I can't believe it. There are absolutely no guys here tonight.
I know. None.
Come on, Michele, let's just go dance with ourselves.
Okay.
Put your hands in the air
'Cause there's a party over here So grab yourself a beer
And we could get on with the world
Swear to God. Sometimes I wish I were a lesbian.
You want to try and have sex sometime? Just to see if we are?
What? Yeah, right, Michele. Just the thought of having sex with another woman creeps me out.
But if we're not married by the time we're 30, ask me again.
- Okay. - Tell me can you feel the
Masked girls coming with the fever, fever, fever
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Staying alive, staying alive
Ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Staying alive, staying alive
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Staying alive, staying alive
- Ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh - Two-four-three.
- Staying alive - Two-four-three.
Two-four-three.
Two, four, three.
Service. Number 243.
It's beautiful. Is that real wood?
During this century, boys.
Come on, Ramon. Quit jerking off and bring the car around.
- It's about time. - Mm. Romy!
You are looking hot today.
Yeah. That's because I'm sweating like a pig in here.
Well, the air conditioning is working in the service office.
You might want to come by and, uh, cool off later?
Yeah, Ramon. That'll happen.
Sorry, ma'am. He is such an asshole.
Mm.
- I'm in a hurry. - Well--
I'm going as fast as I can, Ms Mooney. Heather.
Heather Mooney?
From Sagebrush High in Tucson?
- Yeah? - It's Romy!
- Romy White! - You're shitting me.
No, this is so weird. I didn't know you were living in L.A.
Well, now that you know, will we be getting together a lot?
So, God! You're driving a new Jaguar?
- What do you do? - Ever hear of Lady Fair cigarettes?
- The ones that burn down real fast? - "Twice the taste, in half the time, for the gal on the go"?
I invented the quick-burning paper.
Wow!
- You going to the reunion? - What reunion?
Our ten-year high school reunion in Tucson?
You're kidding me. It's been ten years since high school?
- God. Where have I been? - I'm stumped. Where?
- Anyway, are you going? - I'd rather put this out in my ass.
I wonder why we didn't get an invitation.
I mean, I'm sure Michele would have told me if she got one.
- Michele Weinberger? - Mm-hmm.
- Do you live with Michele Weinberger? - Yeah.
I just thought maybe she'd be married to Sandy by now.
- Sandy Frink? - Yes, Sandy Frink.
He could barely contain his erection every time she was around.
Why do you think he always carried that huge notebook?
The Frink-a-zoid and Michele, I am sure.
Besides, didn't you have a thing for Sandy in high school?
I did not have a "thing." I did not have a "thing." I did not have a "thing."
I was very much in love with him.
Very much in love, and there's a difference.
There's a difference.
I have to go now.
Well! I guess I won't be seeing you at the reunion.
- But I'll tell everyone you said "hi." - Why don't you tell everyone...
I said to go fuck themselves, for making my teen years a living hell?
Oh, yeah, right!
Finally--
Michele. You will never guess who I just ran into.
- God, I cannot believe it's already been ten years. - I know.
- Oh. - You know... - There she is.
Oh! God, she was so weird.
- She still is. - Why was she, like, always going behind that building?
It was long ago
Seems like yesterday
Saw you standing in the rain
- Then I heard you say - Got a light?
- I want your love But it comes out wrong - Thank you.
- I want to live, but I don't belong - Thank you! Thank you, I really appreciate that...
because I'm not a human being or anything, you pathetic turd!
Blood and roses Blood and roses
- Roses, roses - There should be a cigarette you could smoke all the way through between classes.
What a waste.
- Okay. - Find us. - Oh. Okay.
Oh, my God, do you remember what a big controversy it was...
for us to have our picture taken together?
Yeah, well, Danny Weller, like, "lodged the complaint," and, you know--
'Cause, "alphabetically, he's supposed to be between us."
And then we said, "Okay, Danny. If you want to be between us...
you can come to Michele's house on Friday night, and we'll be waiting."
That's right. He came over and we're like, "Danny, it was a joke."
I know! And then we turned the sprinklers on him!
Oh, my God. Didn't he die?
- I think so. - Yeah.
- Oh, my God. Michele. Look at the "A" group. - Mm-hmm.
Christie Masters, Kelly Possenger...
Lisa Luder and Cheryl Quick.
So, who would you say was in the "B" group?
Oh. The drama crowd. You know, like Casey Degan and Mark Black.
- Uh-huh. God, I had the hugest crush on Casey. 'Member? - Oh, yeah.
God, I wonder why he never liked me.
Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said, young man--
So, what group would you say we were in?
Well, we definitely weren't in the "A" group.
But you know what? We weren't really in the "B" group, either.
Okay, we weren't in the "C" group, were we?
What? Oh, no. Michele, come on. I mean, that was like, all the honour students and like...
the rejects; you know, like Sandy Frink and Heather Mooney.
- Eeew, look at them. - We were definitely not in that group.
- Ecch. - She blinded me with Science
Michele! Oh, Michele. Over here!
Want me to get your huge notebook for you?
Oh! Heather! I want to take another picture of you and Sandy for the yearbook and--
Oh! I want to interview you too...
because I think it would make a really interesting article for the "Roundup."
Ohh, Toby! Fuck off.
Okay. But can I take a picture of you first?
So, Romy, what group were we in?
Well, you know, I'm not sure that we were really in any group.
I think maybe we were more like loners.
- Oh, my God! There we are! - Yeah, and alone. Look.
You know, even though I had to wear that stupid back brace, and you were kind of fat...
we were still totally cutting edge.
- I love it when it's hamburger day. - Uh-huh.
Okay, smile! Great! Thanks a lot!
- Can I take your picture? - Oh, please. - Hello, girls.
Don't forget, you have detention after school today.
- Oh, we won't, Mr Lish. - Yeah, we're really looking forward to it.
- God! - Can you believe he just got married?
- Like, how desperate is she? - I know, it's like: "Hi. This is my husband.
He dissects crayfish, but he has a really good personality."
He's the kind of man that I desire
Sets the summer sun on fire
- I want candy - Oh, my God.
- I want candy - Michele. Billy Christianson.
- Oh, he's so cute. - He is cute. - Really cute.
- Hey - Hi, Billy. - Hey
Hey
- Hey - Ow! Billy!
Oh, Billy, gosh, you're so slimy.
I cannot believe he's with Christie Masters.
I know. She is, like, so transparent.
Did you hear her report in Miss Weigatt's class?
She actually thinks she's going to be a TV anchorwoman. What a "deludanoid."
Those weirdos are staring at us again.
- They're obsessed with us. - Look at what they're wearing.
Where do you even get outfits that hideous?
They made them in Home Ec from their own patterns.
Actually, I think they're semi-interesting.
In a freakish, off-putting sort of way. Never mind.
- Christie. - Uh. - Come on, I'm hungry.
No, Billy. Wait. I want to have some fun.
Lisa, give me the bag.
Here you go. You are so bad.
- What? What? - She is out of control.
Michele? Christie Masters is coming over here.
- Wow. She never comes over. - Okay, just act cool.
- Hi. - Hi. - Hi, Christie.
- So. You girls going to try out for the spring musical? - Us?
Yeah, you should. It'll be fun.
- Okay. Why not? - Yeah. So, um, what musical are they doing?
- "The Music Man." - You're kidding!
Oh, the Wells Fargo wagon Is a-coming down the street
I love "The Music Man."
Okay. Can I have the rest of this?
Um, w--
Mm. It's good.
See you!
She can be really nice when she wants to be.
Michele!
- Uh-oh. Don't look now. Here come the Frink-a-zoid. - Oh, God! He is such a geek!
Hi, Michele. Gee, Michele, you're looking really lovely today.
Okay. See you in Biology.
I-l-l thought I ought to tell you, Michele, that...
Christie Masters stuck magnets on your back.
- What? - She stuck--
Michele, you do have magnets on your back!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Help me.
Oh, my God.
Oh, don't let them see you get upset. That's what they want.
Oh, my God.
- Hey! - I'm pretending you just did something hilarious.
Now, you laugh at me. Come on, do it.
God, that was so rude. I mean, you couldn't help it if you had scoliosis.
I know. And what a bitch, taking your hamburger. I mean, what was that?
God, remember the prom? You got so thin by then.
Oh, I know. I was so lucky, getting mono. That was, like, the best diet ever.
I wonder, if I had gotten my brace off sooner, if somebody would have invited me.
I mean, other than Sandy Frink.
Well, nobody invited me either.
Well, at least we looked fantastic, and that is the most important thing.
- We were cool on craze - Oh, gee. Nice outfits. Really.
- When l, you - Oh, look, it's the Madonna twins. - And everyone we knew
Could believe, do, and share in what was true, Oh, I said
Okay, this is so typical. Of course, we're like the only ones...
who don't look like we're going to a hoedown.
-Oh, I know. This town is like so unhip. -Ecch.
- I can't wait till we move to L.A. - Me too!
Everything's going to happen for us there, Michele, and we'll never look back.
- Okay. - Dance hall days
- Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
That hurt. But it looked really good.
Dance hall days
Oh, everybody!
- Dance hall, dance hall days - Okay, everyone.
Uh, it's the moment we've all been waiting for.
It's time to announce the king and queen of the prom.
- Ahh! - And the winners are...
Billy Christianson and Christie Masters!
Ohh! Ohh!
- Duh. - Oh, it's me!
Boo-hoo! I'm so surprised!
Thank you. Thank you.
God, Billy looks cute in his tux.
- He does look cute. - Really cute.
Do you think, since it's the last night of school and I might never see him again...
that maybe he would dance with me?
I bet he would. I mean, it's senior prom.
Nobody's going to say "no" to anyone tonight.
Michele, since this is the last night of school and all...
would you care to dance with me once?
No.
I'll dance with you.
Nah. It's no fun unless you really love the person.
Thanks, anyway.
Okay. Who can name the capitals of all the 50 states?
Okay, Toby. Fuck off.
Heather! Can't you be a little bit more sensitive?
Me? Me? Me be more sensitive?
You are a jerk-off!
Another kiss is what it takes
- Albuquerque. - You can't sleep
- You can't eat - Albany.
There's no doubt
You're in deep
Your throat is tight You can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need Whoa-oh-ohh
- Why are you tormenting me? - You like to think you're immune to the stuff
- Why don't you go fuck a sheep or your sister or yourself? - Oh, yeah
Brain-dead redneck asshole!
Can't get enough You know you're going to have to face it
You're addicted to love You see the signs
But you can't read
You're running at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
- Another kiss - Um, Billy?
- And you'll be mine - Hi.
- A one-track mind, you can't be saved - Do you want to dance?
- Oblivion is all you crave - I mean, it's just 'cause...
this song is, like, so great.
Mm. Never mind.
Unless, you know, you want to.
- Whoa, you like to think - Yeah. I mean--
- That you're immune to this stuff - Y-Y-- Sure. Why not?
- Oh, yeah - Really? - Wh-- Um--
- It's closer to the truth - Could you wait here?
- To say you can't get enough - I-l-I'll be right back. - Okay.
- You know, you're going to have to face it You're addicted to love
Might as well face it You're addicted to love
- Might as well face it - Hey, Christie.
- You're addicted to love - That Romy girl just asked me to dance with her.
- Might as well face it - Oh, you're kidding me! Oh, that's pathetic!
- Might as well face it - W-W-W-What should I do?
Let me take care of this.
- Michele? - Oh, God. Okay, so what did he say?
- "Sure. Why not?" - Oh, my God!
- Thanks a lot, Romy. - What?
Thanks for stealing my boyfriend.
- What are you talking about? - Billy just broke up with me.
Apparently he's had a crush on you since Mr Roswell's class.
And now that he knows that you like him, he doesn't want to "pretend" with me any more.
My life was perfect and you've ruined it.
Go for it Groove ahead
I swear to God, Christie, I didn't even think he'd dance with me.
- To whip it, Whip it good - Wow. She is really P.O.'d.
- This is so cool! - Oh, I know.
You know what is so weird? I had this dream, where Billy was like, in love with me.
And I mean, he was in a wheelchair, but still, it's like it's coming true or something!
- Uh-huh. - How's my hair?
Perfect. Okay, Romy, you look so good with blonde hair and black roots.
- It's like, not even funny. - I have to say...
this is turning out to be one of the very best nights of my entire life.
Yay, yay!
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback to warm nights
Almost left behind
- Suitcase of memories - You know, maybe he's, like, passed out in the bathroom.
- You want me to go check? - Time after, Sometimes
- You picture me - He's not in the bathroom, Michele.
I'm walking too far ahead
- I'll dance with you, Romy. - You're calling to me
- I can't hear what you've said - Okay. - Okay.
Then you say "Go slow"
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
- If you fall, I will catch you I'll be waiting - I will be waiting
Time after time
We just waited and waited.
- God, I was such an idiot. - But wait till he sees you now.
You are so much cuter than you were in high school.
- I guess I'm cuter. - Yeah!
And look at the way we live. I mean, just our lifestyle.
You know, I mean, we live in L.A, and they are still stuck in Tucson.
You know what, Michele? You're right.
We are going to go back there and blow them away.
Boy, there's a lot of questions to answer. Why do we have to fill these out?
They want to know what we've been doing for the past ten years.
- Oh! - Okay. Here we go.
- Ahh! - "Name."
- Ah! We're having so much fun already. - Oh, I know!
- I cannot wait for this reunion. - Me too!
"Occupation." Cashier.
- Unemployed. - No. Don't write that.
Um, okay, so your last job was as a salesgirl?
- So say you're a freelance fashion consultant. - Ooh! Clever.
"Relationship Status." Married.
- Nope. - Engaged? - No.
- Living with someone? - Should I say you?
- I guess so. - Okay.
- You know, Michele? - Yeah?
- Now that I'm looking at this... - Uh-huh?
our lives don't seem as impressive as I thought.
- They don't? - Well, do you think it's impressive...
that we're still single, and we've been living together for ten years...
and I'm a cashier and you're unemployed?
Well, not super impressive.
Well, then, what's the point of going if we're not going to impress people?
Well-- Uh.
Romy, I still really, really, really want to go.
- I know. Me too. - Well then, can't we just, like, think of something?
- Okay. Well, the reunion is still like two weeks away, right? - Right.
And all we really need is maybe some, like, better jobs and boyfriends. Right?
Yeah!
But, okay. If those things were so easy to get, wouldn't we already have them?
Well, I mean, we never really tried before.
I mean, we never really had a good enough reason, like going to a reunion, to motivate us.
That's true.
Okay. So we're just going to have to make ourselves more impressive, that's all.
So I'm going to go out and bag us some boyfriends, while you can look for a cool new job.
- Okay. - Plus, I hate to say it...
but I really think that we should lose some weight.
Oh.
Oh. Unh.
Okay. I don't think that, like, one chip makes a difference.
It wasn't even a whole chip.
All right. According to this chart, if we want to lose a pound a day...
we have to burn twice as many calories as we eat.
So, that means, if we want to burn 4,000 calories...
we only have to run 20 miles a day!
Oh! Hey, Romy, remember Mrs Chivas' class?
There was, like, always a word problem.
Like, there's a guy in a rowboat going "X" miles...
and the current is going, like, you know, some... other miles...
and, how long does it take him to get to town?
It was like, who cares? Who wants to go to town with a guy who drives a rowboat?
Okay, guys, let's jump.
- Hey, Michele? - Yeah? - What does this remind you of?
Well, I know. This lady is totally sick.
Uh, let me just say that, um...
I am, like, really familiar with the entire Versace line, and if you would just...
give me a chance, I know I could, like, sell the shit out of the stuff.
And, uh, to me, fashion is just, it's like...
everything. It's--
By the way, that blouse-- Hi. That blouse looks great on you.
- Oh! Thank you! - And see, I make a great salesperson...
'cause I just have this, like, really believable way...
of telling people that they look really good, even though I'm just, like, you know--
I think she heard me.
Thank you so much for coming.
- That's okay, you're welcome. - I don't think we'll be requiring any new staff.
- You aren't taking on any what? - Staff. Employees.
Ohh! Oh, "staff."
Okay, I didn't understand with your big accent.
I couldn't figure it out. Okay.
Fine. You know, you really shouldn't let people fill out applications...
if you don't want them to actually try to get a job here.
- It's a compli-- - No, no. That's all I have to say. - Goodbye.
If there ain't no love then there ain't no use
Ooh, better walk on by Better walk on through
Hi. Hey, um, great suit. Is that an Armani?
- Yes. Yes, it is. - I thought so. So, what do you do?
- I'm a suit salesman. - Oh, uh-oh
Would you excuse me? I cut my foot before, and my shoe is filling up with blood.
Ooh, if there ain't no love then there ain't no use
Ooh, better walk on by Better walk on through
Hey, hey, there's a woman in the world that you can't use
Ain't no love, Ain't no use Ain't no love
Yeah, well, my first choice was to work at a boutique on Rodeo Drive, but this would be okay.
Well, thank you. Unfortunately, we don't have any openings here right now.
- Are you serious? - Mm.
Although we might have an opening at our discount outlet.
Okay, well, what street would that be on?
Come on, Michele. At this point, any job is better than no job at all.
A discount outlet? Me?
Fine.
So, any boyfriends yet?
No. All the guys with good jobs must be going to some other club.
Oh, you know where Dana met her new boyfriend? He's a William Morris agent.
Oh! Showbiz! Good job! Where?
Hi. My name is Romy, and I'm an alcoholic.
- Hi, Romy! - Hey.
And you also get a five-percent employee discount...
over and above our everyday low prices.
You could make curtains for the motorhome with this.
- I got this tie for a dollar. - You paid a whole dollar for that?
- You betcha. - Ah!
She's one of our regulars.
So, what do you think?
I-I'd like to go away.
I know I'm supposed to wait in that line, but listen.
I wouldn't even be here if this weren't, like, a dating emergency.
Our cutoff is 25. Try VH-1.
The reunion's less than a week away. I mean, I just can't believe you turned down a job.
Well, I thought the idea was to impress people.
I mean, how am I going to impress anyone by selling Ban-Lon smocks at Bargain Mart?
I'm sick of this. I'm going to go weigh myself.
Oh, God! I've been killing myself for eight days and I gained a pound.
That's impossible! Did you deduct 16 pounds for your shoes?
Just forget it. I'm not going.
- What? - Come on. Get real, Michele. We're idiots.
We can't get jobs and boyfriends, and lose weight, in two weeks.
But I thought you said we could.
Wow. God, the top female executives are all so pretty.
Those aren't the actual executives, Michele. Those are models.
Oh, I thought they looked familiar.
God, they really look like executives, don't they?
That's only because they're wearing those stupid suits...
and phoney glasses, and carrying briefcases.
- Huh! - Oh, my God, Michele, that's it!
We can go to the reunion, and just pretend to be successful!
I mean, who's going to know? They're in Tucson, we're here.
We could just show up looking like businesswomen.
Oh, my God! Oh!
Wait. Ohh. But if the people at the reunion see us drive up in a Nova...
won't they know we're not really businesswomen?
If you can make us the clothes...
I can get us the car.
Clear out, boys. I need to talk to Ramon.
Go!
Yes, cara mia?
Michele and I have this high school reunion to go to...
and we need to show up in a really cool car.
- Yeah? - Todd told me that he gave you a really great deal...
- on an XJS convertible and that you're fixing it up. - Yeah?
So...
can I borrow your car?
Well, if I loan you my car...
what do I get?
- Uh, what do you want? - Ohh, Romy...
you know what I want.
Oh, forget it. I'm not going to have sex with you just to borrow your stupid car!
I got to get something.
Okay.
Close the blinds, and we'll work something out.
Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, Ramon!
- Ohh, Ramon, ohh! Ohh! - Check this out.
- Oh, yes. Ohh. - Oh, yeah.
- Oh, man! - Ohh! Ohh!
Ohh, Ramon! Ohh, Ramon!
Ohh! Oh, yes.
You are Columbus, and I am America.
Discover me, Ramon! Just discover me.
Hey, uh-- Explosions. The earth is moving.
Explosions! The earth is moving!
Ah, ooh-- is that an earthquake? No, it's Ramon.
Is that an earthquake? No, it's Ramon!
Ahh! It's Ramon!
Man stallion, fill me with your giant love wand!
What? No, I'm sorry. I don't think so.
Well, say something nice about my penis!
Oh, Ramon, your penis is so powerful. I'm coming!
- Okay, thanks. Get off me now. - Aw, come on, wh--
- You wanted it to be believable. - Aww.
I'm just a girl in the world
That's all that you'll let me be
Oh, I'm just a girl living in captivity
Oh, my God! You did it!
Yeah, I did. All right, let's get going.
Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
- So, what'd you have to do to get it? - I had to give all the guys...
in the service department hand jobs.
Well, while you were doing that, I taped all the nostalgic songs...
from high school, to get us in the mood.
- Michele? - Huh? - I was kidding.
- What? - You actually think I would do something like that?
For a car?
- Okay, just get in. - Okay.
Hey, look what else I got us, little lady.
- Oh, my God. It's a flip phone! - Uh-huh.
- How'd you get this? - I bought it.
Okay.
- Are you ready? - Ready.
Let's do it.
Tonight I got to cut loose
- Footloose - Footloose! - Footloose!
- Kick off my Sunday shoes - Kick off my Sunday knees?
- Oowhee, Louise - I have no idea what the rest of the lyrics are.
- Me neither. Whoo! - Jack, get back
- Watch out, Tucson, here we come! - Come on before we crack
- Shit! - Aww.
- Loose your blues - Watch out, Tucson, here we come! - Everybody cut footloose
Footloose, footloose Kick off your Sunday shoes
- Shit! - Aww.
- Footloose - Whoo!
- You're playing so cool - Whoo! - Whoo!
Obeying every rule
- Dig way down in your heart - Down in your art--
- You're yearning, burning - You're flurning, burning, earning
- Somebody to tell you - Somebody better tell you
- That life ain't passing you by - You have one hell of an eye
- Everybody cut, everybody cut - Everybody cut, everybody cut
- Everybody, everybody cut footloose - Footloose
I got your picture I got your picture
I'd like a million of you all to myself
I want a doctor to take a picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
- You got me turning up and turning down - Okay, I give up. What are you doing?
Pass this car. This kid is so obnoxious.
- Turning Japanese - Oh, my God. What is with that kid?
I don't know. He is sick!
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Oh, I'm sorry. No.
No, not you. No. I was trying to scare your little boy.
Oh, my God. Are my lips that big?
Woke up this morning happy as can be
- Some more of that? - Yeah.
All right. Now, just remember, from this point on...
we are sophisticated, educated, successful career women.
Right. Okay.
God, this underwear is totally riding up my butt crack.
Yeah. Hello. Um, we need something to go.
- Okay. - Do you have some sort of businesswoman's special?
- Come again? - Well, we're businesswomen.
- Yeah. From L.A. - And you know some places have, like, a lunch special.
For businesswomen.
We don't have anything like that.
Well, then why don't you just give us, um, two burgers and fries and Diet Cokes...
- 'cause we're in a hurry. - Mm. We're due in Tucson later.
For a business thing. You know.
What kind of business you in?
I can't believe we never thought of what to say we did for a living.
Oh. Which one of these guys...
will I have sex with at the reunion?
Ooh! Casey Degan!
- Aaah! - Come on! Now, we're running out of time.
I know. Why don't we say that we own our own company?
Ooh, good. Like what?
- Like, what if we invented something? - Like what?
Well, okay, l-l think it should be like something that-that everybody has heard about...
but-but nobody really knows who invented it.
Oh, my God! I've got it! Post-lts!
- Everybody knows what Post-lts are! - Yeah!
They're the little yellow things with the stickum on the back, right?
Okay.
Okay, we're-we're working in this advertising agency after college.
- Ooh, college! Good one! - Yeah.
And we have, like, this big, like, presentation...
to make to, like, a client.
- Hmm! - So-so-so we're, like, brainstorming...
and all of the sudden we're out of paper clips!
- Good! - And so, okay-- So then l, l, like--
Okay, I say-- I say-- Okay--
"Wouldn't it be great if there was, like, this, like, stickum on the back of this paper...
"so, like, it-it would just-- if I laid it on top of that other paper it would just stay...
you know, like, without a paper clip?"
- Yes! - Ahh!
So then you've got, like, this grandfather or this uncle...
that, like, has, like, a-- like a-- like a paper company or a paper mill...
and-and he's, like, really into it, and the rest is history!
Oh, my God! It is perfect!
Wow! Don't you think?
Well, yeah, but--
- "Well, yeah, but" what? - I don't know.
I mean, it just sounds like you invented Post-lts all by yourself, you know.
-I mean, what did I do? -Well, it was your grandfather or uncle.
Yeah?
Okay, you know, so we could say that...
you were, like, the designer.
Like, I thought of them, but you thought of making them yellow.
Well, no, but it's like most of these people...
have, like, known us since elementary school.
I just think that you're more believable as a designer...
rather than as an inventor, you know?
- Uh-huh. - You're my lover
Not my rival
- What are you doing? - Look.
You're obviously pissed at me.
No. Uh-uh. Why should I be pissed at you?
Just because now I know how you really feel about me.
Oh, my God, I knew this would happen.
I mean, I try, for once, to be honest with you...
and it blows up in my face.
God! You want to be honest?
Okay, good! Let's be honest!
I let you have the ideas!
- What? - Yeah, I let you have the ideas...
so you won't feel so bad that I'm cuter.
- You are not cuter, Michele. - I am so cuter.
It's, like, common knowledge, Romy. Everybody thinks so.
I'm the Mary and you're the Rhoda.
That's ridiculous. You're the Rhoda. You're the Jewish one.
Oh, my God. I'm talking cuteness-wise, Romy, okay?
And cuteness-wise, I'm the Mary.
That's crazy! You have absolutely no proof that you're cuter!
Oh, proof? You want proof? Okay, fine.
- Who lost their virginity first? - Oh, big wow!
With your cousin Barry. I wouldn't brag about it.
Okay, so who always gets asked to dance first when we go to clubs, huh?
No wonder you couldn't find us boyfriends, Romy.
Well, so what? You can't even get a job!
- I carry you, Michele! Without me, you'd be lost! - That is such a lie!
Oh, yeah? Well, let's just see. Let's split up and see what happens.
W-What do you mean, split up?
When we get to Tucson, we're going our own separate ways.
Okay. Good.
Fine. I don't care.
- Fine! - Fine.
As of Tucson, we're finished.
Well, drive fast!
Always something there to remind me
Wow. Billy Christianson?
Romy. Romy White.
No. No way.
My God, you-- you look fantastic.
I mean, l-- I never would have recognized you in a million years.
Thanks.
So, what have you been doing since high school?
Well, believe it or not...
I invented Post-lts.
So I told Prescott...
"You can either pay me the 150 or I am out of here. Bye-bye."
I mean, there are at least 12 other major markets that would put me on the air tomorrow.
Wow. So you did it? You're an anchorwoman?
No. I'm a weather girl.
On the highest-rated 5:00 news in Tucson.
- Oh. - So...
Michele, what are you up to?
Uh, okay. Um, I invented Post-lts.
- You're kidding! - You must've made a fortune!
Well, yeah.
No offence, Michele...
but how in the world did you think of Post-lts?
Um... well...
uh...
And I invented them totally by myself.
I mean, all Michele did was say, "What about making them yellow?"
Really?
- Actually, I invented a special kind of glue. - Oh, really?
Well, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving us a detailed account...
of exactly how you concocted this miracle glue, would you?
No. Um--
Well, ordinarily when you make glue...
first you need to thermoset your resin...
and then after it cools you mix in a, um, epoxide.
Which is really just a fancy-schmancy name...
for any simple, oxygenated adhesive, right?
But then I thought maybe-- just maybe-- you could raise the viscosity...
by adding a complex glucose derivative during the emulsification process.
And it turns out, I was right.
Huh? I don't believe it.
You must be the most successful person in our graduating class.
Uh-huh. And you're not. Bye.
Always something there to remind me
This is so great.
Romy?
Can I ask you something?
Romy! You will not believe what just happened!
Michele, can't you see that I am busy?
Fine. Okay, just forget it.
Whoa! Oh. Oww.
Oww. Oww. Oww.
Oh!
Oh! Come on!
Oh, God! Are you all right?
- What do you think? - I am so sorry.
My-My-My driver didn't see you.
Please. Come.
I have boxes of Kleenex in my limo.
Let me make it up to you.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
- Here. Help yourself, Michele. - Thanks.
Wait. How do you know my name?
It's me, Michele. Sandy.
- Sandy Frink? - Uh-huh.
But you're so dreamy.
Well, when I made my first million...
my present to myself was a new face.
Okay, I'm not just saying this...
but you really picked a good one.
Thanks.
I had this notebook...
with "Mrs Romy Christianson" written on it, like, about a thousand times.
Now you think I'm some sort of geek.
No. No.
No, not at all.
I'm flattered.
Hi, Billy.
I've been looking all over for you.
You want to dance once?
You know, for old times' sake.
No, thanks.
I owe this one to Romy.
Hey, you guys, they're about to announce the winners of the vote.
- Come on! - Vote? What vote?
- Let's go. We got to get in there. - Okay.
Wait, I can't find my top.
Where are you?
Hey, how you guys doing tonight?
I bet, uh, everyone is as anxious...
as I am to hear the results of the vote.
What vote?
The person voted Most Changed for the Better Since High School is--
It's a tie. It's a tie.
The Most Changed for the Better Since High School are...
Romy White and Michele Weinberger.
Honey, go on up there and get your medal.
Okay.
How weird. I didn't even know we were voting.
Get me another daiquiri.
Here you go.
Um, I'm sorry. I couldn't find my top.
Honey, that is beautiful.
May I take that for you, sir?
No, no, no. You leave me alone.
Looking at your medal from the reunion again, dear?
You miss her, don't you?
Duh.
Michele...
have you been terribly unhappy with me all these years?
Oh, no. No, Sandy.
Oh, good.
I've just been lonely with no one to talk to.
Why don't you call her?
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Hello? - Billy Christianson?
Oh, no, no, I'm-I'm Billy Junior.
Oh, Billy, honey, is your mommy home?
Well, yeah.
Yeah, but, uh, she can't come to the phone right now.
She-She's on her deathbed.
- Romy. - Oh, dear.
Billy, honey...
tell your mommy that Michele Weinberger-Frink...
is on the phone...
and would very much like to speak with her.
No.
Not until you admit...
that I'm the Mary, and you're the Rhoda.
I'm the Mary.
I'm the Mary!
I'm the-- You're a pasty hag on a deathbed.
I'm the Mary. Everybody knows.
Way to go, honey.
Oh, God.
Oh, we're really here.
- Oh, God. - Good evening, sir.
Thanks for not waking me up, Romy.
God, what a bitch.
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
Don't get me wrong
- Hey, Romy White. - Hey.
- Where's Michele? - I don't know.
Um, anybody see Billy Christianson?
- Try the bar. - Thanks, man.
Don't get me wrong
Oh, excuse me, excuse me. You-you can't go in without a name tag.
- Oh, okay. - Okay.
Uh, Michele Weinberger.
Oh, my God, Michele Weinberger! My God, you look great!
It's me, Toby. Oh, Toby Walters.
- Uh-huh. - Okay.
Um, oh, here it is. Here is your name tag.
And, um, Romy is already inside.
- I could care less. I am not here with Romy. - You're kidding me.
No, we're not even friends any more.
We had this big falling out over Post-lts.
- Post-lts? - It's a long story.
- See you. - W-W--
I'm only off to wander
Across a moonlit night
Once in a while
Two people meet
Seemingly, for no reason they just pass on the street
Suddenly thundershowers everywhere
Who can explain the thunder and rain
But there's something in the air
Ooh, excuse me.
Hi, Romy. How are you?
- Lisa Luder? - Yes.
So, where's the rest of the "A" group?
Oh, they're around here someplace.
We sort of lost touch over the years.
Wow. Isn't it weird when you're not friends with your friends any more?
I mean, Michele and I just fell out of touch about two hours ago.
Because she's selfish...
and she always, like, devalues me.
And I'm sick of it, you know?
God, you guys are easy to talk to.
I invented Post-lts.
- You know, the yellow things with the stickum on the back? - Yes, I know what they are.
So, uh, what are you up to?
I'm an associate fashion editor for Vogue.
Wow! Wh-- Good job!
Boy, I must have, like, every single issue of Vogue...
for the past ten years.
Okay, well, it was very nice talking with you.
Nice talking to you too.
Okay, Romy.
It might just be fantastic
Don't get me wrong
It was so cute.
My mom gave us a new car seat for the baby.
And when the box arrived, little Jake looks up at me and says...
"Mommy, is that the baby?"
- Oh. - I wish.
Hey, everyone.
- And so we meet again. - Oh, hi.
Romy White.
You're the chubby girl.
Oh, well, I was, but I haven't been for a really long time.
So, what are all of you up to?
Christie, in the yearbook you said that you wanted Jane Pauley's job.
Are you a big TV news anchorwoman now?
Oh, no, I don't even watch TV any more.
My priorities have changed since I became a mommy.
Can you believe this is number three?
Wow, three kids.
God, you must feel really tied down.
Not at all. I feel very fulfilled.
Besides, Billy always wanted a big family.
- Billy Christianson? - Mm-hmm.
- You married Billy Christianson? - Mm-hmm.
For almost ten years now.
Billy's in real estate development.
So, how about you? Any kids?
Oh, uh, no.
I just haven't had time, you know, what with running my own business and all.
Your own business?
Yeah. I invented Post-lts.
No, really. What do you do?
That's what I do. I invented Post-lts.
Oh. You're kidding me.
Well, I've made a lot of money.
Oh, you know who they say has made a ton of money? Sandy Frink.
- The Frink-a-zoid? - Yeah.
He invented some special kind of rubber that's used in every tennis shoe in North America.
Hey, if anybody needs to make a call...
I've got a phone.
- Is Sandy Frink here? - Uh, no.
-Uh, you can't go in without a name tag. -Fuck off!
Heather Mooney? Oh, my God, you're exactly the same.
Oh, my God. Heather Mooney is here?
This ought to be so good.
Oh, God, don't look now. It's Heather Mooney.
- What? - Hello, Romy.
Uh-- E-- Uh-- You--
Oh, uh-- Heather, you said you weren't coming.
Yeah, well, since Sandy and Michele aren't married--
What a waste of a tank of gas, huh?
Okay, well, come on. I'll help you go find him.
Uh, he's not here. I already asked Toby Dumbfuck. Obviously, I've interrupted.
Why don't you just go back to ignoring me like you did in high school?
No, you can stay.
We're just discussing our class success stories. So, what are you up to?
Ever hear of Lady Fair cigarettes? I invented the quick-burning paper.
- Wow, we have a whole class full of inventors. - Meaning?
Oh, you know, Sandy Frink invented something too.
- Hey, isn't that Sandy over there now? - What did Sandy invent?
- Some kind of rubber. - Romy here invented Post-lts. - You did not.
- Yeah, I did. - You did not.
Yeah, l-- Well, who did then?
A guy named Art Fry from the 3M Corp.
We studied it in business school.
You're kidding me.
You just made all that up?
Oh, God, you are so weird.
- Why don't you just leave her alone? - Michele.
Oh, it's the back brace girl.
- Hi, back brace girl. - Hi, back brace girl.
Oh, shut up.
And what are you picking on us for anyway?
We are not the ones who got fat.
We're pregnant, you half-wit.
Oh, yeah, well...
I hope your babies look like monkeys.
Come on, Romy.
- Oh, Romy. - Oh, please, go away. Just leave me alone.
Why did I even come back here?
Well, you know what? There are worse things than telling some dumb story...
and having everybody laugh at you.
- Like what? - Like losing your best friend.
You know? I mean, I had the worst dream, Romy.
I dreamt that we weren't friends and we were really, really old.
But I mean, like, we were, like, really, really old.
And-And we weren't friends.
I can't stand that we're mad at each other.
Okay, I'm sorry I said all those things.
You're as cute as me. You are.
And-And in some cultures, maybe cuter.
I'm sorry too.
I shouldn't have said that you weren't smart enough to invent Post-lts.
Well, I mean, maybe I'm not.
Although in my dream, I did know the formula for glue.
So, are we friends again?
Well, duh.
Okay.
And you know what, it doesn't even matter...
that we told, like, what, four people some dumb lie.
Who cares?
Hi, everybody.
Settle down. Hi.
I'm Christie Masters-Christianson.
I have been asked to formally welcome you all...
to Sagebrush High's ten-year reunion.
We have come a long way in the past ten years.
Our own Lisa Luder is helping set the style for the country...
as a fashion editor for "Vogue" magazine.
And Travis McKinney is in his fifth year...
as a member of the Dallas Cowboys football team.
And...
Romy and Michele claimed...
they invented Post-lts.
All I ever wanted was for people to think...
that we were better than we were in high school.
And now we're just a stupid joke, just like we always were.
No, Romy.
Can I tell you the truth?
I never knew that we weren't that great in high school.
I mean, we always had so much fun together.
I thought high school was a blast.
And until you told me that our lives weren't good enough...
I thought everything since high school was a blast.
I think we should go back out there as ourselves...
and just have fun like we always do.
The hell with everyone else.
I don't think I can.
Well, do you think you can stop being such a baby?
God, I feel like I've been, like...
chasing you all over this reunion.
We have come all this way.
Now we are going to enjoy ourselves whether you like it or not.
God, Michele, I've never seen this side of your personality before.
You're so bossy and domineering.
- I like it. - Me too.
She's got it
Yeah, baby she's got it
- I don't believe it. - What?
They're ba-ack.
Well, I'm your Venus
- Nice outfits. - I'm your fire
Post-lts must be really lucrative.
- Are you sure you want to do this? - Oh, yeah, Michele, I am so sure.
What the hell is your problem, Christie?
Why are you always such a nasty bitch?
Do you get some kind of sick pleasure from torturing other people?
I mean, yeah, okay, so Michele and I did make up some lame story.
We only did it because we wanted you to treat us like human beings.
But you know what I finally realized?
I don't care if you like us 'cause we don't like you.
You're a bad person with an ugly heart...
and we don't give a flying fuck what you think.
- Come on, Michele. - Okay.
And, yeah.
It's unbelievable. They're as deluded about their lives...
as they are about those hideous clothes.
Actually, Christie, they've got nice lines...
a fun, frisky use of colour.
All in all, I'd have to say they're really not bad.
Well, we still think they're ridiculous.
Don't we, girls?
Why don't you just let them think for themselves for once?
You're just jealous...
because unlike a certain ball-busting, dried-up career woman I might mention...
we're all happily married.
That's right, Christie.
Keep telling yourself that.
- I do love those outfits. - Yeah, sure do.
- Oh, great. - Thanks.
Michele made them.
Well, I just sewed them. We both designed them.
- Fifty-fifty. - Wow. - Yeah.
That's so cool.
Well, it's been really terrific seeing all of you.
- Come on, Michele. - Oh, okay, bye.
Hi.
I am sorry that I blew your big lie for you.
Hey, that's okay. It was better this way anyway.
It's ironic, isn't it? I really thought you guys had it made in high school.
- Us? - Yes, you.
With your long hair and your long legs...
walking on your legs, flipping your hair.
I can't compete with that. You made Sandy crazy.
And the whole time you were making my life hell...
the "A" group was making your life hell; I didn't know.
You know what? I bet in high school everybody made somebody's life hell.
Mm-mmm, not me. Never had the opportunity to make anyone's life hell.
You know what? I bet that's not true. You were really unpleasant.
- You think? - Oh, yeah. God.
Heather? Oh, I'm off duty.
Um, since you never got around to it in high school...
I was wondering if you could sign my yearbook.
And, uh, please don't tell me to fuck off...
because it really hurts my feelings.
- I hurt your feelings? - Yeah, all the time.
Tremendous! That's tremendous!
Go get your stupid yearbook. I would be happy to sign it.
Okay, great. I'll-I'll be right back, okay?
Michele, I think maybe we should leave.
There is no way this reunion is going to get any better.
Hey, everybody, Sandy Frink just landed in a helicopter!
Sandy Frink has a helicopter?
Yeah. Apparently he's worth, like, millions.
He invented some kind of special rubber or something.
Like for condoms?
Whoa-ohh-ohh
The hot summer night
Fell like a net
I've got to find my baby yet
You think I'm cute
A little bit shy
Mama, I ain't that kind of guy
That's Sandy Frink? What the hell was I thinking?
Whoa-ohh-ohh
Sandy, hi.
- Doctor, Doctor, give me the news - You look so rich.
- I got a bad case of loving you - I mean, great.
No pill's going to cure my ill
I got a bad case of loving you
Michele.
- After all these years, you still take my breath away. - Thanks.
So you must be, like, the most successful person...
in our entire graduating class.
Well, I guess that depends on how you define "success."
If, to you, success means having a house in Aspen...
one in Acapulco, a penthouse in New York, a mansion in Malibu...
a 60-foot yacht, an eight-seat Windstar...
a Bell Jet Ranger, a Bentley, a personal trainer, a full-time chef...
a live-in masseuse and a staff of 24...
then, yeah...
I guess I am successful.
But no matter how much I accumulate...
there's still one thing I just don't have.
Your own country?
I don't have you, Michele.
Will you dance with me?
Only if Romy can dance with us.
Sure.
Lying in my bed
I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback Warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me
I can't hear what you've said
Then you say "Go slow"
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
- I'll be waiting - I will be waiting
Time after time
See, I told you it would pay off...
to go to those clubs every night.
Come on.
Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
What do you want?
You were right. I was a brain-dead, redneck asshole.
Although I never screwed a sheep or my sister.
Why not? Couldn't catch them?
I guess I deserve that. I was a jerk.
But I was so miserable in high school...
I don't think I spoke more than two words the entire time.
I just couldn't breathe there, you know?
Plus, I had this really bad stutter.
Listen, you, uh, want to go somewhere quiet?
Somewhere where we can talk?
- You-You want to talk to me? - Yeah.
Okay, cowboy, I don't know what your trip is...
- but if this is some kind of a sick game-- - What? No.
If you fuck with me in any way, I will rip...
each and every appendage from your body, starting with your dick, capisce?
Look, I j-just w-wanted to talk.
Okay.
What the hell.
What is your name?
- Clarence. - I like your hat, Clarence.
- Thank you. - Pick up the pace.
You wait here. I'll prep my chopper.
- Okay. - All right.
Oh, my God, somebody's puking in the bushes.
Eeewww!
Hey, how you guys doing?
Billy?
- Chubbo? - The name is Romy.
Romy and Michele.
So, weren't you guys, like, totally in love with me in high school?
She was.
You want to get a room?
But you're married.
- To Christie. - Yeah, but you've got children...
and you're a successful real estate developer.
I do drywall for her old man's construction company.
And-And you know this new kid? Don't even know if he's mine.
So--
How about that room?
Okay.
Why don't you go and get that room?
Go and wash your face and take off all your clothes...
and I'll be up there in five minutes.
All right!
Your fantasy is going to come true...
tonight.
- See you later. - Ugh-- Okay.
- God. - Now he's going to see what it feels like to wait.
- That's such a good one. - Ladies.
- God, can you believe we're going home in a helicopter? - I know. It's so cool.
I just wish everybody inside the reunion would come out and see us lift off.
Ohh!
Thank you.
Oh.
Oh, my God! I'm so glad you didn't bring your big notebook with you.
Michele.
Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth
Ooh, heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We'll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh, heaven is a place on earth
Billy. Billy!
Billy, where are you?
Billy. Damn it. Damn it!
Oh, my God. Is that Heather?
Go for it, Heather!
Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth
Ooh, heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
Thanks for stopping by.
Yeah. Enjoy your fashions.
Have a Romy and Michele day.
- That was a good one. - Thanks.
I cannot believe how busy we've been.
I know. Hey, maybe we can pay back Sandy this week.
Um, I think we're about, like, two years away from that.
Oh. Okay.
Heather, um, has anyone ever told you that smoking can kill you?
No. No one. Thank you.
Okay, but if you burn it, you bought it.
Like I give a shit. I look like an asshole.
What? Nuh-uh. You look totally cute.
This dress exacerbates the genetic betrayal that is my legacy.
Okay, I don't even know what you're talking about because of those words...
but come here.
- Ow! - God, that has been bugging me.
- Stay away from my bikini area. - Um, okay.
- I'm in a rush. Ring it up if you must. - Okay.
Let me have the tag, please.
Thank you.
You really do look cute.
- You know what? - Huh?
Despite that surly demeanour, I think we've just given her a big gift.
Okay, I mean, to give someone...
like Heather Mooney the chance to express herself through fashion--
We could've really changed her life.
Yeah. For me though, it's like...
I've given birth to my own baby girl, you know?
Only she's, like, a big giant girl...
who smokes and says "shit" a lot.
- You know? - Yeah.
- Yeah. Let's fold scarves! - Okay.
- You know what, Michele? - Huh?
I think you are, like, the funnest person I know.
Me too. With you.
See the people walking down the street
Fall in line Just watching all the feet
They don't know where everyone can go
But they're walking in time
They got the beat They got the beat
Yeah, they got the beat
All the kids just getting out of school
They can't wait to hang out and be cool
Hang around till quarter after twelve
That's when they fall in line
They got the beat They got the beat
Kids got the beat Yeah, kids got the beat
Go-go music really makes us dance
In the crowd it puts us in a trance
We want to So just give us a chance
That's when we fall in line
'Cause we got the beat We got the beat
Yeah, we got it
We got the beat
- We got the beat - Everybody get out your feet
- We got the beat - We know you can dance to the beat
- We got the beat - Jump back, kick 'round
- We got the beat - 'Round and 'round and 'round
- Whoo! - We got the beat
- We got the beat
- We got the beat, We got the beat - We got the beat
- We got the beat