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I got a friend who loves the music |
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He got a red hot groove |
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But he don't use it |
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I get so afraid, he's gonna lose it |
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If you gotta gift - man, don't abuse it |
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Keep on dancing |
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The experts say they really care |
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They don't have a clue what's out there |
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The teachers tell the children not to swear |
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And the drunken lawyes |
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Leaves the kid |
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To pop something in |
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To kill the fear... it's not fair |
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Keep on dancing |
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I'm a frightened |
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Dad, worried sick |
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Hear what |
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I say? I could put something in here |
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You know what rhymes with it |
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The whole world seems to end |
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In c.k.e.d |
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You ain't fooling me anyway |
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Keep on dancing |
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Are you ready here comes |
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Steve Gadd |
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Keep on dancing |
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See em run for the books, cos |
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They just don't get it |
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They throw it at me |
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But I've already read it |
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Before they speak, |
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Some-one already said it |
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We can't be friends |
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Cos Karl Marx don't rhyme |
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With Mercedez- |
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Benz I need credit |
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You can shove it |
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You know why? ' |
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Cos I love it! |
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Keep on dancing |
