Impossible Groove

[Intro]
A race of man that won't fit in
A race of man that can’t stand still
So they break the hearts of kif and kin
And roam the world at will
They range the fields, they rule the flood
They climb the mountain's crest
Cos their's is the curse of the gypsy blood
They don’t know how to rest

If they just went straight, they might go far
They're strong, they're brave and true
But they're always tired of the things that are
And they want the strange and new
They say: “Couldn't find my proper groove
What a deep mark I'd make”
So they chop and change but each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake

And each forget that he strips and runs
With a brilliant fitful pace
It's the steady quiet plotting ones
That win in the lifelong race
And each forgets that his youth is fled
Forgets that his pride is past
Till he stands one day with a hope that's dead
And a glare of the truth at last

He has failed, he has failed, he has missed his chance
He has just done things by half
Life’s done a jolly good joke on him
And now is the time to laugh
Ha ha ha ha

He is one of the legion lost
He was never meant to win
He’s a rolling stone, had his bread and his bone
He's a man that won’t fit in
Huh!

[Verse 1]
Everybody in the neighbourhood
Going crazy, like I knew they would
It's the season when the music hits the street
I can hear it on my radio
On a d-train, everywhere I go
I hear music and a pounding kick drum beat

[Chorus 1]
Come on everybody now, clap your hands
Meet me in the middle of this barren land
It's ten to one, we're gonna have some fun
Tonight
Come on everybody now, stomp your feet
Beat em through the floor, beat a quick retreat
It’s an impossible groove, whenever we move
This way

[Verse 2]
Everybody in the human race
Has our problems and they're in your face
Stands to reason that I got to find my groove
People tell you that it can't be done
That it's useless, it'd be too much fun
I can't hear them every time I start to move

[Chorus 2]
Come on everybody if you're in the mood
All you need is money and an attitude
It's twelve to six, we're gonna get some kicks
Tonight
Come on if you really wanna lose your blues
If you're still alive you must've paid your dues
It's an impossible groove, whenever we move
This way

[Outro]
It's an impossible groove, but we gotta move
This way