David Christie - Stress Lyrics

Stress/ with a capital S.
Dance it away/ dance it away/dance it/ Dance it away

Wife is leaving
Baby's screaming
Boss is on the phone
Coffee debts and cigarettes
They won't leave you alone
roll on
roll on
roll on
Beeping horns and grinding gearts
You're gonna be late
Pressure brings you close to tears
Ya can't miss that date
roll on
roll on
roll on
(stress, with a capital s)

Teachers, preachers mom and dad
They're all on your case
cll you really want
Is to get out of this place
roll on
roll on
roll on
Competitions' everywhere
Just for a job
Those who's standing first in line
Makes ya feel like a slob
roll on,roll on,roll on

Under the gun you're living in strife
Eye on the clock
Run for you life
Losing the one that you love cause you can't find the time
Go to the music, start to unwind
Turn on your feet, turn off your mind
Let yourself flow to the beat of the song
Loosen up and loosen and dance along