Lyrics:

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