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 Dad, worried sick
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Hear what I say?
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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-Benz
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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
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Keep On Dancing
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| Chris Rea |
