| Friday night is bath night,
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| This is what they say:
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| «We're gonna dig that groove, we’ve waited all day!»
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| They wear trendy trousers,
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| With belts a mile too long,
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| We are gonna catch, the bus into the town,
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| We’re gonna boogie on down!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh heh heh heh doo doo!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig digadigadigadigadig
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| That groove baby, hoo hoo!
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| There they go again,
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| Covered in Old Spice,
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| They think they will get the girls,
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| 'Cause they smell nice!
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| They all call me riff-raff,
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| 'Cause I wear a crombie,
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| I couldn’t stand it,
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| Being just like them.
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| They all look like puffs, not men!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh heh heh heh doo doo!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig digadigadigadigadig
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| That groove baby, hoo hoo!
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| Dig that groove, baby!
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| See that trendy there?
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| She used to be a punk.
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| Now she’s off to the disco,
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| to listen to junk.
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| Her boyfriend was a skinhead,
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| He used to shout «oi oi!»
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| «Play that funky music»,
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| That’s what they say now.
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| Come with me,
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| And I’ll show you how!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh heh heh heh doo doo!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig digadigadigadigadig-hoo!
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| A-Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh heh heh doo doo!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig that groove! |
| Eh eh!
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| Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig digadigadigadigadig
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| That groove baby! |