(Emory Gordy, Jr./Jim Rushing) Being without you, baby, is drivin' me crazy But the way we were was drivin' me insane The cure for a love-sick ill Don't come in a little pill I could use a shot of good time in my veins Woke up this mornin' with a bad case of Friday night fever I need a long-legged hunk of honey to cool my head I know a honky-tonk down the street To treat a pair of lifeless feet With a jukebox loud enough to wake the dead Feelin' good about feelin' bad These are the best gettin' over you tears I've ever shed Gonna get real toe and heel leave you like you're standin' still Dance you right outta my head Feelin' good about feelin' bad Don't ya worry your mind that you're worryin' mine any longer If your memory comes a-callin' I won't be home Well, it may seem cruel and crude But I'm changin' my attitude You'll be history in a sea of lost and gone Feelin' good about feelin' bad These are the best gettin' over you tears I've ever shed Gonna get real toe and heel leave you like you're standin' still Dance you right outta my head Feelin' good about feelin' bad Feelin' good about feelin' bad Feelin' good about feelin' bad