| Lyric | Song | Artist |
| There's a fire starting in my heart; reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark... | |
| We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind; 'cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance well, they're no friends of mine... | |
| Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move; gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove... | |
| In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream... | |
| It's nine o'clock on a Saturday; the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin... | |
| I've got sunshine on a cloudy day... | |
| When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me... | |
| They told him don't you ever come around here; don't wanna see your face, you better disappear... | |
| Today I don't feel like doing anything; I just wanna lay in my bed... | |
| Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip? | |
| Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring... | |
| You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar... | |
| Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, or if he moves will he fall? | |
| A man walks down the street, he says why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle? The rest of my life is so hard... | |
| I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets that I used to own... | |
| If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way... | |
| You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset; she's going off about something that you said... | |
| Don't be so quick to walk away... | |
| I've called you so many times today... | |