One hundred
and twenty five
beats to
beats to the minute
One hundred
and twenty five
You get the notion with
the motion then you're
out on the floor
Fahrenheit
one hundred and two
Centigrade
it's getting to you
Your heart is beating
eight to the bar
You can't control it so
you hold it then you're
out on the floor
You feel it coming to ya
You know it's getting
through ya
You can't control
the feeling
You say, hey, can
I take you home tonight
But she knows that
you're throwin' a line
She's heard it before
and she'll hear it again
It's the same
pitch every time
Don't let her stray
It's a Saturday night
The boys are after trouble
You're in for a fight
One hundred
and twenty five
beats to
beats to the minute
One hundred
and twenty five
You get the notion with
the motion then you're
out on the floor
Fahrenheit
one hundred and two
Centigrade
it's getting to you
Your heart is beating
eight to the bar
You can't control it so
you hold it then you're
out on the floor let it go
Say, hey if you're
lookin' to take me home
Well I'd better not
be in late
But the look on her face
and the smile in her eyes
say baby I'm gonna wait
One hundred
and twenty five
beats to
beats to the minute