Lyrics:

Can you move? Can you move?
Can you shake to the rhythm of the latin groove?
Can you move? Can you move?
Can you shake to the rhythm of the latin groove?

Dance, sing, shake, swing
Rock, everybody, to the new fun thing
I said dance, sing, shake, swing
Rock, everybody, to the new fun thing

Can you move? Can you move?
Can you shake to the rhythm of the latin groove?
Can you move? Can you move?
Can you shake to the rhythm of the latin groove?

Comb your hair, boy, dress real neat
'Cause we're rockin' to the rhythm of the Salsa beat

Now clap your hands, come on, check out the scene
You gotta rock with the man named Geoffrey Deane
I'm a real sharp fellow, an ace go-getter
A new trent setter and you won't do better
So jump in the air, stamp your feet
'Cause we're rockin' to the rhythm of the Salsa beat
I said comb your hair, boy, dress real neat
'Cause we're rockin' to the rhythm of the Salsa beat

Well, we're out to prove that we're super smooth
The other guys are rough and wild
You've seen the rest, now try the best and here's the reason why
Let me tell you I'm a red hot lover
There ain't no other so, baby, listen now
My aftershave's Cerruti made and my shirt's are Margaret Howell
Rossetti shoes my Oxford blues to rock it groovy through the night
And on my back's a (?) the color's a perfect white

Can you move? Can you move?
Can you shake to the rhythm of the latin groove?
Can you move? Can you move?
Can you shake to the rhythm of the latin groove?

I said hip hop (?)
You won't stop the boogie (?)
Rock it on, baby brother (?)
(?)
I said NME spells nice to me
And I just don't seem to care (so what)
Well, they left me off their wall chart
And that damn thing looks so bare (so what)

Let me tell you that the time is right, I'm out of sight
And I'm really gonna blow your mind
We'll be one nation under a groove
And this is what we find, check it out
When God gave blacks jazz, funk and soul
He left us white boys rock 'n' roll
And I just don't think that's fair at all
I'm gonna have to change those golden rules

'Cause your body needs action, don't you agree?
Come on, everybody, and rock with me
You're not too young and you're not too old
To rock to the rhythm that rocks your soul
I said dance, sing, shake, swing
Rock, everybody, to the new fun thing
I said dance, sing, shake, swing
Rock, everybody, to the new fun thing

So pack your bag up we're gonna go
On a night flight down to Tokyo
The people are polite and small
Their brains are sharp and their suits are tall
They're famous for the martial arts
Computer games and vehicle parts
But Origami's had its day
They all use Sony's stowaway

But you can't stay long, the Central Line
That's the place that I've gotta call mine
There's (?) where you go
A copy of the face in every home
Well, it's hip and it's nice
And it's young car dealer's paradise
Well, it's keen and it's clean
And everybody's groovin' to the Salsa scene

Well, our clothes are bright and we dance all night
We're purveyors of good taste
We've got finesse, we've got panache
But let me add in haste
I'm not a preacher or a teacher or an electrician
Or a fighter or a writer or a politian
I'm the man with the key to your ignition
Just can't find no competition

I'm here and I'm there
Well, I'm Geoffrey Deane and I'm everywhere
So put your hands in the air
You gotta shake 'em like you just don't care
And then you gotta stamp your feet
You gotta keep that rhythm sweet
Come on, everybody, and move
You gotta hit that latin groove