Sometimes when I'm listenin' to my Kansas CDs
Well, it sure don't seem like it's been twenty years
Since I've been listenin' to my Kansas CDs
And the sound of ornate music filled the air

This band ain't got no face; the music goes beyond their names
And I lived with progressive rock day by day
There wasn't nothing that I could do to get my schoolmates to listen
'Cause to 'preciate Kansas you had to have some taste

Disco's a bad word 'round my Kansas CDs
And it sure ain't true 'bout a song on Monolith
You know I mowed the lawns and I 'cycled my cans to earn the money I needed
To buy every single Kansas release

Sometimes when I'm listenin' to my Kansas CDs
I get caught up in a dream that won't let me go
And as the VUs flash up and down to my Kansas CDs
My mind rolls back the years a long time ago

I see my baby boogie-ing down, a glazed look in her eyes
And as I reach out for her she trips to the floor
She mumbles through confused lips 'bout a dance man--John Travolta!
And in my gut I know I got one to score

The word was a'comin' down, in the discotheques,
That the dance man was a dead man if he crossed my path
Every night I'd walk up and down past discotheques
Hearin' stinkin' funk, rousing my wrath

One night I hopped a bus with a man they called "The Dancer,"
He was out on the street singin' "Stayin' Alive"
I remember he was quite proud of that; so indignant, I decked him
And freed the world for songs in 11/8
(Oh!  Ain't that ANtS just great?)