Fit Loose

Lyrics by Cory Smith, music by Kenny Loggins (Footloose)

Been trying, real hard, 

to cut back, on carbs

No pasta, no bread,

I drink green juice instead 


It’s not appealing,

but hey, it’s better than brown 

I’ve got a feeling

That soon my weight will be down


Someday my clothes will fit loose, quite loose

Neckline will get reduced

Geez, Louise,

extra room in my sleeves 

Low, bend low,

not worried what might show

Drink, that juice,

everything will fit quite loose


Cucumbers, are cool

French fries break every rule

Way deep down in my gut,

I’m burning, yearning for some


Cream cheese on bagels 

Or maybe gooseberry pie

I read the labels

To see what foods that I can’t buy


I can’t wait, till my clothes fit loose, quite loose

Inches off my caboose

Ooh-wee, fat free

Belt notches down by three

Whoa, so low

Now I can see my toes

Lose those blues,

soon as everything fits loose


(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Clothes fit loose

(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Clothes fit loose

(Oh-oh-oh-oh) Clothes fit loose

You’ve got to stand on the scale

Don’t want to look like a whale

Put down that ice-cream bowl!


I'm cutting fast food!


Fit loose

Neckline will get reduced

Geez, Louise,

extra room in my sleeves 

Low, bend low,

not worried what might show

Drink, that juice,

everything will fit quite loose


Fit loose (fit loose), fit loose

Inches off your caboose

Ooh-wee, fat free

Belt notches down by three

Whoa, so low

Soon you will see your toes

Lose those blues,


Everybody’s clothes, everybody’s clothes

Everybody’s clothes, everybody’s clothes

Everybody’s clothes, everybody’s clothes

(Everybody’s) everybody’s clothes fit loose!