You walk around for days
Deep inside your haze
You catch an of of Broadway play
A matinee
You lick the sugar
For the cane
Kiss the hippie, for his face
Feel the breeze rush through your nose
And right into your heart
Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to the cold
And let it ride
If your blood's not up
The you ain't dancin'
Standin' only works
When you're in line
Stop to ice my shoe
With glue
The string snapped long ago
With the radio
Where I listen to the sound of a million people
Swingin' to the beat of their own egos
Sticking to the plan that they learned in the steeple
Where god is good and sin is evil
Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to the cold
And let it ride
If your blood's not up
Then you ain't dancin'
Standin' only works
When you're in line
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your, clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your, clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Grab the van
Grab the van
Grab the van
Grab the van
Trust your man
Trust your man
Trust your man
Trust your man
There's a
There's a, plan
Lost my jacket, January
Hold on to the cold
And let it ride
If your blood's not up
The you ain't dancin'
Standin' only works
When you're in line
Lost my jacket, January
Lost my jacket, January
Lost my jacket, January
Lost my jacket, January