for Todd Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic (Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
Good evening, boys and girls Welcome to another evening of "I hate that word called Dick" It goes like this I hate that word called "Dick" It sounds
We are back in our minds, again We are back in our minds, again We are back in our minds, again We don't fight no more We don't close that door This
We're just a biological speculation Sittin' here, vibratin' And we don't know what we're vibratin' about And the animal instinct in me Makes me wanna
This old heart couldn't stand the strain This old heart couldn't stand the pain I've get the strangest feeling you've grown tired of me Something that
I was strung out on Bach And Beethoven was my thing I dug jazz, I dug rock Anything with a swing But I ran into a friend Who told me there was so much
Balance is my thing, the sun don't Snow, wind and rain most times Balance is my thing, the sun don't Snow, wind and rain most times Mother I can see
Comin' round the mountain when she comes Ridin' two white horses when she comes Comin' round the mountain when she comes Get out on the dance floor when
Our father which art on Wall Street Honored be thy buck Thy kingdom came, this be thy year From sea to shining sea Thou givest me false pride, funked
Move it, move it, move it, soldier This is Uncle Jam's army, see Where we move it, move it, move it Oh Get live, soldier Move it, move it, move it Move
I once had a life or rather Life had me I was one among many Or at least I seemed to be then I read an old quotation in a book just yesterday said you
Hi there You probably don't remember me, right? Ah-ha, but I remember you You probably won't believe this, but, uh I, at the early age of seventeen Was
Funky dollar bill, U.S. dollar bill Funky dollar bill, U.S. dollar bill You go to school to learn the rules On how to love and live your life But think
Bootsy, Sly, Funkadelic, oh, these? As is (That's that?) It's a funk attack, if you got the front, uh Then I've got your back, baba Roll, Uncle Jack [
Our mothers and our fathers, they had lives to live Oh, and today is proof that mistakes were made There's not a doubt in my heart They've done the best
(Shake your head) Everybody's gettin' funky In the days when the funk was gone I recall not long ago When the funk it was goin' strong Now, they were
I'm going to give you what you're here for I've got the means to take you there I'm not here to kill you softly But I promise to be good to your earhole
Hey baby, be my dog, ooh Alice in my fantasies, uh, promised to do All kind of freaky things to me, said She would, uh, suck my soul, if I'd lick her
