Lets take it back to high school gym classnWritten on her backpacknJack loves JillnIt's hard to think about that nownWe were so proudnnAnd high school sweet heartsnKissing in the front yardnJill loves JacknCause Jack got a fast car nownBut if he found out...nnThat if Jack drove an Escort this would be over nownnAnd come on, come on, come onnIm telling everybodynCome on, get up, come onnAnd move your bodynBring on the romance (Woah)nDance til you can't dancennShe's staring at his brand new hi-topsnWishing that hed just stopnTaking on the worldnHis head is gonna blow up nownDont be let downnnCause Journeys on the tape deck,nHat off, seat backn30,000 milesnThat well never want to give back nownWith the t-tops down...nnAnd the wind in our hair its the best of our lives, hands downnnAnd come on, come on, come onnIm telling everybodynCome on, get up, come onnAnd move your bodynBring on the romance (Woah)nDance til you can't dancennCome on, come on, come onnIm telling everybodynCome on, get up, come onnAnd move your bodynBring on the romancenDance til you can't dancenn(Solos)nnCome on, come on, come onnIm telling everybodynCome on, get up, come onnAnd move your bodynBring on the romance (Woah)nDance til you can't dance (Oh yeah)nnCome on, come on, come onnIm telling everybodynCome on, get up, come onnAnd move your bodynBring on the romancenDance til you can't dancennCome on come on come onnCome on come on come on (Dance til you can't dance)nCome on come on come on (Dance til you can't dance)nCome on come on come onnCome on come on come on (We'll dance til we can't dance)nCome on come on come on (We'll dance til we can't dance)nCome on come on come on (Dance til we can't dance)nCome on come on come on (Dance til we can't dance)n