Lyrics
Call out the soft sound
The four letter word divine?
Call it up, call out the soft sound
And make it round everyone together
Hell for leather, over good ground
All caught up in love struck
All caught up in love struck hands, struck hands
You're all caught up in love struck
Never seem to get enough
And everything you wanted going get it
Goes, there it goes
Hold up your left one
The number three finger from your thumb
Put it up, put it on the left one
And lay it down one upon the other is a measure of the way it stands
All caught up in love struck
All caught up in love struck hands, struck hands
You're all caught up in monster?
Money made in good luck
And everything you wanted going to get it
Goes, there it goes
So call out you're all fired up, you're all fired up
Call it out
Call out you're all fired up, you're all fired up
Call it out
Call out your love struck
All caught up in love struck hands, around
Call out if you found them
'Cause you always would set it up, only to let up
Hey, hey
But those silver hairs
On your fathers chin and on your mothers head
Hey, hey
And those who still left tonight
Fathers belt around your bumside
