One hundred and twenty five Beats to, beats to the minute One hundred and twenty five You get the notion with the motion Then you're out on the floor Fahrenheit, one hundred and two Centigrade, it's getting to you Your heart is beating, eight to the bar You can't control it so you hold it Then you're out on the floor On the floor You feel it coming to ya On the floor You know it's getting through ya On the floor You can't control the feeling Let it go See the faces passing Smile in time See the faces passing All in line You say, Hey! Can I take you home tonight? But she knows that you're throwin' a line She's heard it before, she'll hear it again It's the same pitch every time Change your line of patter Make her laugh, not at her Change your line of patter Make her laugh, not at her She tells you her friend wants to say hello But say that you don't want to know It's her that you're throwing your glances to Her that you want to know Don't let her stray it's a Saturday night The Boys are after trouble You're in for a fight One hundred and twenty five Beats to, beats to the minute One hundred and twenty five You get the motion with the notion Then you're out on the floor Fahrenheit, one hundred and two Centigrade, it's getting to you Your heart is beating, eight to the bar