[Intro: four-on-the-floor kick, octave bass, then the strings sweep in] Every Friday at the Starlight, same two names Same floor, same fight, and the same old game [Verse 1] I came in off the night shift with my collar open wide Every lady on the floor was waiting on my stride Then a girl in gold lame walked right across my song Took my partner by the elbow, and the two were gone Next week I paid it back, I tapped her partner's arm Said, excuse me, cutting in, and turned on all the charm Fifty-two Fridays and we never said a name She takes mine, I take hers, and we do it all again [Chorus] Cut in, cut in, take her off his hands Cut in, cut in, that's the only dance Every Friday night the floor is a war Cut in, cut in, and I'm keeping the score [Verse 2] Then October and the DJ says the pot is five Thousand dollars cash to keep the floor alive Every regular in town is lining up in pairs She's standing by the mirror ball, I'm leaning on the stairs DJ reads the rules out, no cutting in tonight All the others got a partner, so it's side by side She said, don't you dare step on me, I said, don't you dare lead Then the strings came down like rain on a stampede [Chorus] Cut in, cut in, take her off his hands Cut in, cut in, that's the only dance Every Friday night the floor is a war Cut in, cut in, and I'm keeping the score [Verse 3] Every move we ever stole, we put it all in one Every trick she beat me with, I knew where it was from Two hustles and a dip, and the judges on their feet Fifty-two Fridays fighting made us one machine DJ hands the envelope, five thousand in her hand She says, well? I say, I'll cut you in, it's half, understand? She said, keep your half, mister, buy a better pair of shoes I said, only if you're dancing, nothing left to lose [Bridge: kick and octave bass] Fifty-two Fridays I was fighting for the floor Turns out I was practicing for you Every time you cut in on me, I came back for more Every time I cut in on you, you knew [Final Chorus: the strings stab on every syllable of the title] Cut in, cut in, half of it's yours Cut in, cut in, every Friday, of course Never cut a partner since I cut you in Cut in, cut in, now we always win [Outro: strings sweep, the kick rides out] Every Friday at the Starlight, same two names On the same side now, and the floor's never been the same [End]
