Groove Factory
Open before the sun
Everyone knows my name
Open all damn night when the witches shiver thru yr window panes
They always got what I need
I never even have to try
Turn the corner shaking hands
Finger-painting salutes, pay dues
What's good my guy
Do you wanna go at the groove factory
Do you wanna come out tonight and get down with me
My lover's got such exquisite taste
I guess that's why we made the gin joint our place
You can catch us there on a Friday night
We got first class seating, last seat of the night
Oh now, we can't afford it but we make do
We're out to get screwed but we got nothin to prove
Do you wanna go at the groove factory
It's the only place in town that will let us rock
All damn night, hey, man, don't call the cops
Won't you sit yourself down, have a slice or a shot
Hit the floor and gimme what you got
I get there early, find the same names chillin on the porch
We might be a bit used up, different flames burnin from the same torch
We keep moving just like it's our job
Funny joke, we're broke down ever-loving slobs
Get a job, found a job, quit my job, found a job, quit your job
Come on and celebrate
I wanna celebrate
Do you wanna go at the groove factory
Do you wanna come out tonight and get down with me
Quit your job be a slob at the groove factory
Come on get up and get down
Everyone knows my name
Open all damn night when the witches shiver thru yr window panes
They always got what I need
I never even have to try
Turn the corner shaking hands
Finger-painting salutes, pay dues
What's good my guy
Do you wanna go at the groove factory
Do you wanna come out tonight and get down with me
My lover's got such exquisite taste
I guess that's why we made the gin joint our place
You can catch us there on a Friday night
We got first class seating, last seat of the night
Oh now, we can't afford it but we make do
We're out to get screwed but we got nothin to prove
Do you wanna go at the groove factory
It's the only place in town that will let us rock
All damn night, hey, man, don't call the cops
Won't you sit yourself down, have a slice or a shot
Hit the floor and gimme what you got
I get there early, find the same names chillin on the porch
We might be a bit used up, different flames burnin from the same torch
We keep moving just like it's our job
Funny joke, we're broke down ever-loving slobs
Get a job, found a job, quit my job, found a job, quit your job
Come on and celebrate
I wanna celebrate
Do you wanna go at the groove factory
Do you wanna come out tonight and get down with me
Quit your job be a slob at the groove factory
Come on get up and get down
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Writer(s): Marshall Harris
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