We feel the rhythm, we feel the funk
We put it in the pocket, we put it in the trunk
We put the groove in g-r-double-o-v-y
And it ends up funkier than key lime pie
We don't want to cause any trouble around the town
So if you challenge us, we'll have to lay it down
You'll be blown away by the funky, funky sound
You'll be doing our handshake: clap clap snap pound
We're Lawrence's Ninth Best Local Band
We're like the giant squid but only on land
We have our own sandwich and it is not bland
Our style is fly and our sound is grand
Walking down the street... Groovy!
Feel the funky beat... Groovy!
Pumas on my feet... Groovy!
Grab a bite to eat... Groovy!
We
We put the groove in
We put the groove in
Groovy
We
We put the groove in
We put the groove in
Groovy
When we start to play you can tell we feel free
And we're not gonna stop till our fingers bleed
The rhythm section locked in like a key
Learning it all from Mr. Stevie
Our net worth is oh-so valuable
When we lay it down the funk is palpable
A rhythm section you will not beat
Get out of the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Listen to my words what I'm about to say
We will be famous as a band one day
But if we don't, that's the system getting in the way
Because we put the groovy
Go into a bar... Groovy!
Hop on the guitar... Groovy!
Fill up the tip jar... Groovy!
Old Volkswagen car... Groovy!
We
We put the groove
We put the groove in
Groovy
We
We put the groove
We put the groove in
Groovy
We
We put the groove in
We put the groove in
Groovy
We
We put the groove in
We put the groove in
Groovy
We
We put the groove in
We put the groove in
Groovy