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