Letras: Rod Stewart. Dancin' Alone.

On a boulevard in Paris
I met a good old friend of mine
Come on over to my place
Bring yourself and a bottle of wine

So I put on my leathers
And I tried to look my best
But I was apprehensive
I noticed I was the only guest

It was then I witnessed, something I'd never seen
Some satisfaction, dancin' alone
Dancin' alone
Listen

There's a white house in Georgia
Down the Mason-Dixon line
They got Kentucky Derby winners there
They got a Lear jet parked outside

Yeah, But every Friday weekend
When the big Tom cat's away
You'll find the plantation shakin'
By the butler and the upstairs maid

Don't need no money, diamonds or Cadillacs
To get all the satisfaction, dancin' alone
Dancin' alone
Dancin' alone

Don't you worry
'Bout the problems of the human race
Get some satisfaction, dancin' alone
Dancin' alone
Listen to this

At a hot spot in Texas
On an endless Friday night
I was listenin' to Waylon and Willie
When a cowgirl passed my sights

And I took a look in the mirror
To make sure that my head was screwed on
I was feeling rejected
But I wasn't going home

In a moment of a rash decision
I threw myself right on the floor
I did a back flip and somersault
Yeah, the crowd called for more

So if you're tired of watching
Being left on the shelf
Get your satisfaction, dancin' alone
Dancin' alone
Dancin' alone
Dancin' alone
Dancin' alone