BRING BACK THE STEPS (RUCKUS COMMITTEE VERSION)

Spitwick:

Yo—somebody tell me why the floor’s a ghost town,

I blink once and the vibe just shuts down.

Bounce Ledger (interrupting):

It’s Friday night and the dance floor flatlined.

Gravelmouth:

Used to be war out here. Shoulder-checking good times.

Spitwick:

We had kicks, we had turns, we had spin-cycle blood,

Aunties wildin’, cousins jumpin’ like a basement flood.

Bounce Ledger:

Now folks freeze with a drink and a phone—

Spitwick (shouting):

I clap twice and I’m out here dancin’ alone.

Gravelmouth:

That’s social extinction, man. Call the coroner.

Spitwick: Where’d the steps go?

Bounce Ledger: Where’d the lines roam?

Gravelmouth: We used to move like we shared one soul.

All:

Bring back the stomp, bring back the spin.

If the world lost the groove—

We’re draggin’ it in.

Bounce Ledger:

Remember when a beat dropped hard and the room snapped tight,

Everybody hittin’ moves like they practiced all night?

Spitwick:

Uncles grinnin’, kids flailin’, everybody lookin’ bold—

Gravelmouth:

Even that one dude who never did what he was told.

Bounce Ledger:

Now it’s playlists, selfies, pockets of silence,

Dance floor lookin’ like it’s scared of violence.

Spitwick:

So here I am with a cello like a neon sign—

Bounce Ledger:

Bow-string boogie tryin’ to realign—

Gravelmouth (barging in):

Shock therapy for the rhythm-deficient.

Spitwick: Where’d the steps go?

Bounce Ledger: Where’d the lines roam?

Gravelmouth: We used to move like we shared one soul.

All:

Bring back the stomp, bring back the spin.

If the world lost the groove—

We’re draggin’ it in.

Spitwick (whisper): Maybe the dances ain’t dead—just hidin’.

Bounce Ledger (snapping in): Like legends waitin’ for a spark to find ‘em.

Gravelmouth (growl): One beat, one breath, whole crowd ignitin’.

Spitwick:

Maybe these strings can teach ‘em how.

Bounce Ledger:

Downbeat spark, upstroke vow.

Gravelmouth:

Give me a kick drum and watch ‘em bow—

Trend resurrection starts right now.

Gravelmouth:

Gather up, step left, then crash to the right,

We relearn the magic that we misplaced at night.

Bounce Ledger:

Cello hummin’ like a time-warp machine—

Spitwick:

Draggin’ all the old joy back on the scene.

Gravelmouth:

And the crowd remembers—slow, then boom,

Whole wave surgin’ like it’s takin’ back the room.

Bounce Ledger:

They didn’t forget—just needed a shove.

Spitwick:

I laugh, ‘cause maybe the truth’s been simple enough—

The groove ain’t gone—

It waits for us to show up.

Spitwick: Where’d the steps go?

Bounce Ledger: Where’d the lines roam?

Gravelmouth: We used to move like we shared one soul.

All:

Bring back the stomp, bring back the spin.

If the world lost the groove—

Watch us drag it in.