People always ask us, why we like this music,
And while we dance, and we spin, and we shout, and we lift our hands to the sky
As if it were a Sunday morning, and we were in church

I don't know

Is it the thump of the kick, or the sizzle of the snare,
Is it the funky bassline that never seems to let up,
Or is it the disco groove that drives right through to our souls

I don't know, is it?

Is it the love that we feel when we all get together,
Is it the smell of the baby powder on the floor,
Or is it the sound of our hands and our feet as we stomp and clap to the rhythm,

I don't know, is it?

Is it the feeling that we get when the DJ plays our favorite records,
Is it the way that we dance, and we twirl, and we spin into spiritual ecstasy,
Or is it the screams and the shouts of the crowd that make us like this music.

I don't know, is it?