(M. Crenshaw) 

    

  Wild abandon, yes wild abandon 

Grab hold of this sound while the room spins 'round 

In wild abandon 

Wild abandon, yes wild abandon 

Don't stare at the ceiling 

Feel this feeling of wild abandon 

Roll on in wild abandon 

Well I was minding my own... 

Walking alone at the end of a Monday, a dreary old Monday

No moon hanging high in the cold grey sky 

I saw a light in a doorway 

I walked on slowly and then I heard a 

screaming stomping sound 

Next thing I knew I was jumping around in 

Wild abandon, yes wild abandon 

I wanna smash through my cares and 

dance over chairs in wild abandon 

Wild abandon, yes wild abandon 

Now it's long overdue for me to rock with you 

in wild abandon 

Roll on in wild abandon 

I mean total abandon 

Now I'm just minding my own... 

Drinking alone in a dive on Broadway, dirty old Broadway 

Now I don't know about you, but I'm moved through & through 

by a backbeat pumping and a jukebox jumping 

And when somebody played "Whole Lotta Shaking Goin' On" 

I grabbed me a partner, we rocked 'til dawn in wild abandon!!!