Jump into my rocket
'Cause I'm ready to blast
I don't know where I'm goin'
But I'm goin' there fast
Tonight there ain't no future
And there isn't a past
We'll make it like
the first time
So it won't be the last
All I wanna do
Is everything that you ask
Don't you know
I'm really getting in the mood
Got the jitter fingers
And they're ready to pop
When I get to groovin'
Ain't no way I can stop
Baby when we get there
Then the joint is gonna hop
Got to ride the feelin',
Baby straight to the top
You gotta make my heart start
Beatin' flippity-flop
Baby can't you tell
I'm getting in the mood
In the mood
The joint is jumpin'
In the groove
We're onto somethin'
In the mood
The band is pumpin'
Swingin' and a swayin'
And a rock and rollin'
Come on now
We're gonna party
I know how
To get it started
In the mood
I'm good to boogie
Blow that jivin' music now
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When the party's over
I just know where to go
Where after hours people
Boogie you know
I wanna hang a while
Where the lights are real low
Whisper to my baby
And be takin' it slow
And baby if you're ready
Then I'm ready to blow
Baby,now I'm really getting
I'm in the mood
In the mood
The joint is jumpin'
In the groove
We're onto somethin'
In the mood
The band is pumpin'
Swingin' and a swayin'
And a rock and rollin'
Come on now
We're gonna party
I know how
To get it started
In the mood
I'm good to boogie
Blow that jivin' music now
<Interlude>
When the party's over
I just know where to go
Where the after hours people
Boogie you know
I wanna hang a while
Where the lights are low
And whisper to my baby
And be takin' it slow
Baby if your ready
Then I'm ready to blow
In the mood
The joint is jumpin'
In the groove
We're onto somethin'
In the mood
The band is pumpin'
Swingin' and a swayin'
And a rock and rollin'
Come on now
We're gonna party
I know how
To get it started
In the mood
come on
I'm good to boogie
Blow that jivin' music now
<Interlude>
I'm in the mood
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born