| There’s a light, and I can see it in your eyes | 
| There’s a memory of the way you used to be | 
| Nothing’s gone, it still shines, every time you turn it on | 
| And when you slow it down… | 
| People working every night and day | 
| Never give yourself no time | 
| Got too many bills to pay | 
| Slow down, nothing’s gonna disappear | 
| If you give yourself some room | 
| To move to the music you hear | 
| Gotta get up, listen to me | 
| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet | 
| People looking for the great escape | 
| Looking to the greener side | 
| Trying to find a better way | 
| Slow down, open up your big brown eyes | 
| Feel the rhythm in your heart | 
| You don’t even need to try | 
| Gotta get up, listen to me | 
| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet | 
| Nothing is wrong, if you move to the beat | 
| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet | 
| Stompa your feet | 
| When you can’t seem to shake off all the feelings that are breaking | 
| Little pieces of the music that’s in you | 
| All the pain that you feel | 
| I can prove it’s not real | 
| There’s just one thing you gotta do | 
| Gotta get up, listen to me | 
| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet | 
| Nothing is wrong, if you move to the beat | 
| Clappa your hands, stompa your feet | 
| Stompa your feet | 
| Stompa your feet | 
| Stompa your feet |