With the head held high the serpent king's

First in the waltz

Bewitched by the sound of the dancin flute

We dance along

Emergin from shadows in light for the act

And shadows again

Not proud to deny the warmth

While sky's ablaze

R:Sittin by his wrapped shut crate

Eager to tame every rake

Power of awesome,addictin groove

Show us your grace

Seems like the "Groover"'s a state of mind

We must embrace

Friends or foes

With mouths full of bane

Pretend to deny their love

For his fucked up brain

R:Let the Groover take the steer

To where pleasure meets the ear

(WELL THE GROOVE JUST NEVER ENDS)