I wake up in the morning,
say good morning, lie down,
I hear me talking to myself,
hurry up, it's about twelve,
don't stop me now, I try to
I find out how, how to move,
I try to find the groove,
Hardly get back on my feet,
something refreshing's what I need,
I put some cold water into my
And slowly I get back in,
slowly I get back in place,
slowly I get back in place
I go to my kitchen and I cook a tea
you know coffee's no good for me
I can't eat, I can't drink
The rhythm is moving my feet
Don't you stop me now, stop me,
and all the people I meet
and they are not walking,
they're moving their feet
to the rhythm of the speed.
They try to find the groove