To groove is to lubricate your imagination



You can call somebody captain

Under pressure you can flip

You can be a rock commando

But you can't pilot the ship



Groove a little baby, groove a little now

Groove a little baby, you might know what you want



But I'll show you how



You can trip the light fantastic

Become a space grotesque

You can fossilize your thought dreams

Behind a rusty desk



You might know what you want

But I'll show you how



You can read the works of Shakespeare

In the Academy of Life

You can punk the skunks of freedom

With you jeweled Etruscan knife