## Metadata
**Caption:** disco funk, cowbell groove, chant hook, festive, 1976, 110 bpm, duet vocal
**BPM:** 120
**Duration:** 180.0s
**Key:** E minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
The cowbell's counting down the night,
Floor's on fire under the light,
Grab a hand, don't ask a name,
Everybody's playing the same sweet game.

[chorus]
Move it, move it, let the rhythm own you,
Shoulders, hips, don't let the beat postpone you,
Shake it loose till the mirror ball spins,
Tonight nobody cares where the dance begins.

[verse]
Trumpet's calling, snare's alive,
Six on the clock but we're wide awake at five,
Sweat and glitter, sequins and steam,
This is the closest thing to a waking dream.

[chorus]
Move it, move it, let the rhythm own you,
Shoulders, hips, don't let the beat postpone you,
Shake it loose till the mirror ball spins,
Tonight nobody cares where the dance begins.

[bridge]
Forget the clock, forget the door,
We're staying right here on this shining floor,
Every worry left outside,
Tonight the music is our only guide.

[chorus]
Move it, move it, let the rhythm own you,
Shoulders, hips, don't let the beat postpone you,
Shake it loose till the mirror ball spins,
Tonight nobody cares where the dance begins.