Send me to the void
I’ll fill it with funk
Throw me in a black hole
And music spills out the other side

When that type of thing happens
It can create a whole new universe
Where the funk reigns supreme
And everything cycles back to the one

Ours is one such universe
Created so long ago, by the great funkonauts of the past
But we’ve let it fall out of balance
Our record teeters on its spindle
And the needle loses the groove

We can feel the noise
Of the needle skidding about

We are the keepers of the music
And we need to help it move back
To that perfect balance
Of rhythm, melody, harmony
With the one at the center
And all of us bouncing off in celebratory syncopation
Reveling in the joy of life in the groove

There’s an awful lot of noise these days
Let’s turn it back into music

It don’t matter how you move it
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter how you feel it
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter what you look like
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter how your voice sounds
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter what you play
Time of day
What they say
How you pay
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter who you are
Near or far
Chump or star
Serf or tzar
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter what clothes you wear
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter how you style your hair
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter if you’re a little bit weird
Keep it in the groove

Just do your thing and lose your fear
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter who you know
What you show
Nerd or bro
Gotta flow
Keep it in the groove

It don’t matter what you thought
Who you’re not
How you fought
Now you’re caught
Keep it in the groove

Keep it in the groove
Keep it in the groove
Keep it in the groove
Keep it in the groove