Music today seems to make no sense to me
Feels like i belong back in 1983
Where people had the groove to get you off your feet
They knew all about the melody
Do your thing
Do your thing
Do you thing
Do your thing
Don't worry about who's listening
Just do your thing
The radio's not playing the song that i want to sing
Flicking through the stations
Not one i wanna hear
Way to fabricated
It doesn't fit my ear
So just turn it off and make your own tune up
Sing it from the top of your lungs
Do your thing (Everybody now)
Do your thing
Do you thing
Do your thing
Don't worry about who's listening
Just do your thing
The radio's not playing the song that i want to sing
Music today seems to make no sense to me
Feels like i belong back in 1983
Where people had the groove to get you off your feet
They knew all about the melody