You’ve got that fever tonight You’ve got that fever alright It’s in your soul It’s what you know The cab is waitin’ outside  No sense in running around It won’t show up in the lost and found Might as well give it away And cruise on back to a better day  Lay out your bottle-fly suit And slip on those Tanquery boots Knocking ‘em down Out on the town,  Everyone’s betting on you  Temperature’s under control A steely-eyed dude on patrol Crossing that line Drinking red wine The fever’s accustomed to you  Dust off your rhythm and blues Just got hip to the news You made your play You’re on your way Wearing those dancin’ shoes  Must be the time of year Might be a new career Take em by storm Sell em the farm Hold up your glass and cheer