FOOLSRUSH INN

Spend a week wondering what’s gone wrong

Nobody seems to know my song

I’m out floatin’ on a deep blue sea

Some kind of music calls me on

Come a Friday night people seem to get restless and wild

All that pent up energy

I am among those who agree

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That when the band gets to rockin’ and you can stop it

Got to get up and move your feet

It’s like a natural chain reaction

What say we pick a place and meet – huh-huh-huh

What say we pick a place and meet

Down at the dark end of the street

They’ve got a club that packs ‘em in

A little joint called the Foolsrush Inn

I want to hear my rock ‘n roll

Step aside and let me do the stroll

Happy shiny people everywhere

Almost as if we did not have a care

Everybody seems to be my friend here

Everybody seems to understand

You never want to have to call it a night

So sad when they turn on the lights

I leaned over, whispered in her ear

Most Friday nights I’m down here

Chorus

It’s a gas, won’t you come on down, you can party down

Wha-oooo

Gary Ogan