Буги-вуги каждый день

Saturday evening , and here again
I'm going to go dancing .
I wear boots and tie - string.
I lock my door with a padlock .
On the street is terrible heat .
But I'm going to boogie the night.
After all, I love to boogie -woogie , I love to boogie -woogie ,
I love to boogie , I dance boogie every day.

But there is something wrong - today I'm alone !
And I make a phone call.
I'm calling you, I'm telling you : - Hello !
I have not seen you forty thousand years .
And if you do not know what to take evening ,
Why we 're not going to dance?
After all, you love to boogie -woogie , do you like to boogie-woogie ,
You love to boogie , you dance boogie every day.

At the disco dark , flickering lights.
We dance , and they dance .
And if you're tired , you sit down , but not for long :
In the seat on the bench, right , there's no sense.
New album puts a disc jockey .
I invite you to dance , hey , hey !
After all, we love to boogie , we love to boogie ,
We love to boogie , we dance boogie every day.
... Boogie every day ...