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Good evening. Do not attempt to adjust your radio, there is nothing wrong. We have taken control as to bring you this special show. We will return it to you as soon as you are grooving. Welcome to station WEFUNK, better known as We-Funk, Or deeper still, the Mothership Connection. Home of the extraterrestrial brothers, Dealers of funky music. P.Funk, uncut funk, The Bomb. Coming to you directly from the Mothership Top of the Chocolate Milky Way, 500,000 kilowatts of P.Funk-power. So kick back, dig, while we do it to you in your eardrums. And me? I'm known as Lollipop Man, alias the Long-Haired Sucker. My motto is: Make my funk the P.Funk I want my funk uncut (make mine the P) Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. (wants to get funked up) I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk (yeah) I want my funk uncut. (make mine the P) Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. WEFUNK, y'all. Now this is what I want you all to do: If you got faults, defects or shortcomings, You know, like arthritis, rheumatism or migraines, Whatever part of your body it is, I want you to lay it on your radio, let the vibes flow through. Funk not only moves, it can re-move, dig? The desired effect is what you get When you improve your Interplanetary Funksmanship. Sir Lollipop Man! Chocolate coated, freaky and and habit forming. Doin' it to you in 3-D, So groovy that I dig me. Once upon a time called Now! Somebody say, "Is there funk after death?" I say, "Is Seven Up?" Yeah, P.Funk! Make my funk the P.Funk (uncut funk!) I want my funk uncut (P.Funk!) Make my funk the P.Funk (uncut) I wants to get funked up. I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk I want my funk uncut. (make mine the P) Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. Make my funk the P.Funk (make mine) I want my funk uncut (the P) Make my funk the P.Funk (hah!) I wants to get funked up. (WEFUNK, y'all) I want the bomb, (home of the bomb) I want the P.Funk I want my funk stepped on (Don't step on my funk) Make my funk the P.Funk Before I take it home Yeah, I dig! Let me put my sunglasses on. That's the law around here, you got to wear your sunglasses. So you can feel cool. Gangster lean. Y'all should dig my sun-rooftop. Well, allright. Hey I was diggin' on y'alls funk for awhile. Sounds like it got a three on it though, to me. Then I was down south and I heard some funk with some main ingredients Like Doobie Brothers, Blue Magic, David Bowie. It was cool, But can you imagine Doobiein' your funk? Ho! WEFUNK, we funk. Make my funk the P.Funk (ho!) I want my funk uncut (oh, make mine) Make my funk the P.Funk (yeah) I wants to get funked up. I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk (P.Funk, y'all) Don't want my funk stepped on Make my funk the P.Funk (Home of the extraterrestrial brothers) Before I take it home. Gettin' deep. Once upon a time called Right Now Ain't it funky now Far 'round Hey, doin' it to ya in the earhole Make my funk the P.Funk I want my funk uncut (make mine the P) Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. (I want the bomb) I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk Don't want my funk stepped on Make my funk the P.Funk Before I take it home Yeah We're not leavin' y'all, I want you all to stay tuned for Starchild Make my funk the P.Funk I want my funk uncut Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk Don't want my funk stepped on (oh, make mine) Make my funk the P.Funk (I wants to get funked up) Before I take it home Don't stop, get down Talk! Blow your horn Peee-youuu! Wants to get funked up Well, allright! Make my funk the P.Funk I want my funk uncut Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. I want the bomb, (P.Funk) I want the P.Funk I want my funk uncut. Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. Make my funk the P.Funk I want my funk uncut Make my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up. I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk I want my funk uncut. Make my funk the P.Funk Before I take it home Welcome to station WEFUNK, better known as We-Funk, Or deeper still, the Mothership Connection. Home of the extraterrestrial brothers, Dealers of funky music. P.Funk, uncut funk, The Bomb. Lollipop Man here, alias the Long-Haired Sucker. Chocolate coated, freaky and habit-forming Coming to you in 3-D So groovy that I dig me Yeah! Yeah! P.Funk! |
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Do That Stuff
It was a thrill upon a hill Everybody was feelin' real Everybody had the look It was written all over their face Giving up the funk A-waitin' for the bomb You wouldn't believe how they partied You would believe they'd never stop Dancing to some funky new sound Da da, da daa da Da da da daI want to go back and get More of that funky stuff I got to get some more of that More of that funky stuff Da da, da daa da Da da da da It was a thrill upon a hill (ooh) Everybody was feelin' real (ooh) Ooooh They were still gettin' down came daylight Been funkin' most ever since midnight Ooh, ooh ooh When day came they wasn't slowing Feeling it's awfully late would wait Mmm, be about You would not believe how they partied Da da da da Do that stuff, just do that stuff Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff Da da, da daaa da Da da da da Do that stuff, just do that stuff Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff Da da, da daaa da Da da da da I want to go back and get More of that funky stuff I got to get some more of that More of that funky stuff Do that stuff, just do that stuff Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff It was a thrill upon a hill (ooh) Everybody was feelin' real (ooh) Ooooh Do that stuff, just do that stuff Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff |
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| 2:50 |
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We are children of production
Produced in conjunction With the urgency of our Dr Funkenstein In his widsom he forenotioned The shortcomings of your condition So, we the Clones, were designed We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind We're a flawless testimony To the attainment of the P.Funk Endowed with conceivement of true groove We are deeper than abortion Deeper than the notion That the world was flat when it was round We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind (x2) We're a biological timebomb Exploding in a timezone And almost everyone is out of time We are children of production Produced in conjunction With the urgency of our Dr Funkenstein In his widsom he forenotioned The shortcomings of your condition So, we the Clones, were designed We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind We are deeper than abortion Deeper than the notion That the world was flat when it was round We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind (x2) |
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| 5:53 |
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Mothership Connection (Starchild)
Well, all right! Starchild, Citizens of the Universe, Recording Angels. We have returned to claim the Pyramids. Partying on the Mothership. I am the Mothership Connection. Gettin' down in 3-D Light year groovin' Well all right, if you hear any noise, it ain't nobody but me and the boys Gettin' down. Hit it fellas! If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me (groovin') You gotta hit the band All right, all right, Starchild here Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip And come on up to the Mothership. Loose Booty, doin' the bump. Hustle on over here. If you hear any noise, It's just me and the boys hittin' it. You gotta hit the band. Ain't nothing but a party, y'all. Face it, even your memory banks have forgotten this funk. Mothership Connection, home of the P.Funk, the Bomb. If you hear any noise, It's just me and the boys, hit me You gotta hit the band. Doin' it in 3-D. Let me put on my sunglasses here so I can see what I'm doing. When you hear seats rumble you will hear your conscience grumble Hit me You gotta hit the band You have overcome, for I am here. Swing down, sweet chariot Stop, and let me ride (x6) Doin' it up on the Chocolate Milky Way What's up CC? Have you forgot me? Are you hip to Easter Island? The Bermuda Triangle? Heh heh! Well, all right. Ain't nothing but a party! Starchild here, Citizens of the Universe I bring forth to you the Good Time On the Mothership. Are you hip? Sing, fellas! If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me You gotta hit the band Starchild here, doin' it in 3-D. So good, it's good to me. Hit the band! If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me You gotta hit the band Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry you home! If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me You gotta hit the band I don't think they hear you! If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me You gotta hit the bandStarchild here, citizens of the universe Gettin' it on, partying on the Mothership. When Gabriel's horn blows, you'd better be ready to go. Swing low Time to move on Light years in time Ahead of our time Free your mind, and come fly With me It's hip On the Mothership Groovin' Swing down, sweet chariot Stop, and let me ride (x 7) |
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| 5:04 |
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| 15:10 |
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Whoa!
They say the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, baby Call me the big pill Dr Funkenstein The disco fiend with the monster sound The cool ghoul with the bump transplant Hip bone connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone connected to my leg bone My leg bone connected to my ankle bone I get so hung up on bones Dr Funkenstein here Preoccupied and dedicated To the preservation of the motion of hips We love to funk you, Funkenstein Your funk is the best (talk!) Take my body, give it the mind To funk with the rest (kiss me on my ego) Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love to Funk-a-stein (ohhh, over!) Dr. Funkenstein, King of the Funk, yeah! Swift lippin', ego trippin' and body snatchin' I'll blow your mind Comin' to you directly from the Mothership Pulling up the last leg (ah, ah, ah) Of the P.Funk Well, alright Dr. Funkenstein, yeah He'll funk with your mind (ooover) We love to funk you, Funkenstein Your funk is the best (let me hear it for me) Take my body, give it the mind To funk with the rest (ha!) Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love to Funk-a-stein (alright!) Microbiologically speaking, When I start churnin', burnin' and turnin' I'll make your atoms move so fast Expandin' your molecules Causing a friction fire Burnin' you on your neutron Causing you to scream "Hit me in the proton, BABY!" (I don't know what I'm talking about) Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love you, Funkenstein (oh yeah, let's do it one more time) Ohhhh, over! Hoo-wee! (you're really out of sight) I hope you all got your sunglass on out there Ho! It's really gonna blow your mind We love to funk you, Funkenstein Your funk is the best (talk!) Take my body, give it the mind To funk with the rest (kiss me on my ego) Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love to Funk-a-stein We love to funk you, Funkenstein Your funk is the best (over!) Take my body, give it the mind To funk with the rest Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love to Funk-a-stein Ain't nothing but a party, baby! Swift lippin', and ego trippin' and body snatchin' Dr. Funkenstein, you are really out of sight The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill They call me the big pill Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love to, Funk-a-stein (Yeah, hit me one time, one time!) (Hey man, you make me feel so bad) We love to funk you, Funkenstein Your funk is the best (it is so funky around here) Take my body, give it the mind To funk with the rest (I'm just funkin' and jumpin') Hit me with the one and then (ooooover!) If you like, hit me again We love to Funk-a-stein (Yeah, we love you Dr. Funkenstein) We love to funk you, Funkenstein Your funk is the best Take my body, give it the mind (yeah, take it!) To funk with the rest (take it!) Hit me with the one and then If you like, hit me again We love to Funk-a-stein |
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