Feel the rhythm through our feet,
As we dance and sway to the racy beat.
Put your lady in a pose,
And watch her move as the rhythm flows.

Big black boy, little white girl,
Feel the rhythm and see her twirl.
Up, down, in, out,
See him guide her all about.

Pretty girls dance with delight,
See their smiles in the piercing light.
Searching guys check them out,
Feeling the rhythm as they twist and shout.

See the sweat run down the faces,
As the D.J. puts them through their paces.
Mascara runs, hair styles fall,
Feel the rhythm through the hall.

Jeans and tops are all the style,
Girls with tattoos make guys smile.
As moody partners reconcile,
Feel the rhythm all the while.

(c) John McKay Withey