Jim's Note: I was listening to the radio one Saturday morning (in fact the same radio program I was listening to which lead to, Miss Julie), and the presenter played a song with a groovy beat! And I thought, I really like that. I should write a song with a groovy beat, too.  

So I did, and here it is…

I heard a song with a groovy beat,
Made me want to tap my feet.
Hit the floor like a crazy fool,
Like Fred and Ginger; cool man, cool.

So I wrote my own sweet tune,
A bit of swing, and a bit of croon.
A touch of jazz to fill it out,
And then - a final big band shout.

Now my head just won’t keep still,
The doctor said, Son, take this pill.
But I just threw the drugs away,
I want to feel my body sway.

And though I ache from constant swing,
I don’t care, it don’t mean a thing.
Bring me my jacket, and press my pants,
I’ve lost control, and I have to dance!

CHORUS
I’ve lost control. I have to dance!
I want to find sweet romance.
Like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire,
I have to dance, and I don’t care where.

I want to spin across the stage,
Ignore my aches, forget my age.
So, take me back where I belong,
Right inside that swinging song…
And go, cat, go!

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