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