Funkadelic

So wide can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
(So low you can't get under it)
So high you can't get over it
(So high you can't get over it)
Da-yee do do do do do do
This is a chance
This is a chance
Dance your way
Out of your constrictions
(Tell sugah)
Here's a chance to dance our way
out of our constrictions
Gonna be freakin'!
Up and down
Hang up alley way
With the groove our
Only guide
We shall all be moved

Ready or not here we come
Gettin' down on the one which
We believe in
One nation under a groove,
gettin' down just for the funk
(Can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
(Good God)
'bout time I got down one time
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
(Aye aye aye aye aye)
Feet don't fail me now
Give you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now
Do you promise to funk?
The whole funk, nothin' but the funk

Ready or not here we come
Gettin' down on the one which we believe in
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constrictions
(Do do dee oh doo)
(Do do dee oh doo)
(You can dance away)

Feet don't fail me now (ha ha)
Here's a chance to dance
Our way out of our constrictions

Gonna be groovin' up and down
Hang up alley way
The groove our only guide

We shall all be moved
Feet don't fail me now (ha ha)
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now

Here's my chance to dance my way
out of my constrictions
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
(Feet don't fail me now)
(Feet don't fail me now)
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk,
nothin' but the funk
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

Do you promise to funk?
Do you promise to funk?
Hah
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk?

One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
(Here's my way to dance my way out)
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation
And we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

Do you promise to funk, the whole funk?
You can't stop us now
Givin' you more of what you're
Funkin' for

'Bout that time
They asked me where was I going
Ya know
I, said, well
You have to be reasonable
So you know
I've never been away from home before
And, uh, besides
They gave me a good deal
And I think that, uh
Funkadelica is
You know, the nation,
Uh, you know, I would like to, live under
(What in the world is this boy talking about?)

Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Uh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk
Of da United Funk of Funkadelica

I pledge groovallegiance to the flag
Of funky, funky, funkadelica, yeah

(What)
Who
With the united funk we can fly!

For if our cause was unjust
We couldn't bring this funk to you.
So we feel that it's a must
It is something we should do

Let me take you by the hand
And spread the funk across the land
It's not hard to understand
Headin' for the master plan...

Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
(Oh yeah)
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Oh Yea-Hoo
Dey do do do da funk
Do da funk-de e de dee

Pardon me, but I can tell
We know each other very well
Take my funk and let it grow
And then we'll funk some more

Please come on, come all to the funk
Let your feelings grow as one
Join this nation, you will see
That we can make you free
Dip-Dip de-diddy-de-dep-dee

Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Do dey, do dey funk?
Oh yeah
Do dey funk
Un, hum

So if you just take the time
You'd see we need to draw the line
When we do I'm sure you'll find
That we come to free your mind
Oh yeah

Do-doop--doop do-do-wow
Doobie-doobie-doop-do-wow

Do you promise to funk, the whole funk and
Nothing but the funk
Go funk-um

Who says a jazz band
Can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band
Can't play funky?
Who says a funk band
can't play rock?
Oh yeah!
We're gonna play some
Funk so loud
We're gonna
Rock and roll around
Watch them dance
Watch them dance

We really love to play
We really want to stay here
Won't you take the time
To get the music on your mind

We'll release you from the bind.

We've been around for such a while
Be kinda hard not to have style
When time get slower
By the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth

1,2,3
Four
Five
People think

'Cause we are here
Our jazz ran out
The ships won't steer
No more
We picked up on the rhythm here
If you just take a toot and have a beer
We're gonna make it clear
Ho ho
Yes, and when the morning gets here
Jazz and soul

We never take a chance
Music is our one romance, yeah
May I have this dance
Give it a chance

The world is a toll-free toilet
Our mouths neurological assholes
And psychologically speaking
We're in a state of mental diarrhea
Talking shit a mile a minute
Or in a state of constipated notions
Can't think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of
Stinky futures, shitty memories and
Constipated 19 now-nows
Emerges from the hiney of your head
The doo doo chasers,
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad
The prune juice of the mind
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The band in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long word again-Promental?)

A musical bowel movement
Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social bullshit
Crazy do-loops
Mental poots

They call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)

And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchies
Images doggie bags
Me burger with I sauce on it
Me burger with I sauce on it
A myself sandwich
A personal burger
Hamburger
And a glass of constricted cola
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis-----
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Music to clean your shit by

Low calorie logic
Muscle brain
Skinny brain

Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius says
Like Chinese laxatives
Sweet and sour bowel movements
And in this world of stinky memories
Shitty futures
19 now nows-constipated-like
The prune juice of the mind
The band in the tidy bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to clean your shit by

Funk, the P-Preparation
The mental musical bowel movement
Groovalax
One swipe a clean wipe
And with no extra charge
A psychological trend
A neurological enema
Holy Shit
(let me try one-crap)
Corpolite
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit together

Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We bring you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is George Clinton?)
Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again
The fear of being eaten by a sandwich
Lunchville
Where lunch is a nice time of day
At least twice a week

Fried Ice Cream is a reality

(Which one is George Clinton?)

Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Guess who's coming to lunch
I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man!

Fried Ice Cream is a reality!
Fried Ice Cream is a reality!
Fried Ice Cream is a reality!

Into you now
(x3)
Into you, my people

I can't get into the neutron bomb
I can't get into something that will do me some harm
I can't get into a drug addict principle
I can't get into something that would close the door

If it's right, it's all right for you now
If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho
Any night you'll be uptight until you find
That the wrong and the right are within your mind

Into you now
(x4)
Into you, my people

Into you now
Imagine me
Into you now
Into you
Into you now
My heart
Into you, my people

I can't get into the poisoned land
I can't get into something I don't understand
I can't into a bad romance
I can't get into a love that ends in a chance

If it's right, it's all right with you now
If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho
Any night you'll be uptight until you find
That the wrong and the right are within your mind

(repeat)

Into you now
(x3)
Into you, my people
And you into me

I was strung out on Bach
And Beethoven was my thing
I dug jazz, I dug rock
Anything with a swing
Then I ran into a friend Who told me
there was so much more
Find the void that you missed
There is plenty to explore

We want to take you, Cholly, when we go
(You wanna take me?)

We'd like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(Well, if you'd play me just a little bit more)
But if we play you just a little more
(Maybe I will)
We'd love to take you, Cholly, when we go

You know right about that time I started
To analyze what they were trying to tell
Me, they said: "Come on, Cholly, we want to
take you somewhere"
I didn't know where
They was trying to take me, next thing I
Know they were saying something like this:
Funk, gettin' ready to go-
Funk gettin' ready to roll (what?)
Funk, gettin' ready to go-
Funk gettin' ready to roll
(What in the world are they talking about?)
Funk gettin' ready to roll-gettin' ready to go?
No, they can't do that

Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll-see
Ive Bach-I love Beethoven
Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll

I would dance, I would sing,
I could get lost in my dreams
I would fly, but never too high
'Cause my funk deserted me
Now that the door is open wide
And all my funk just can't hide
With the syndrome left behind
No, my funk just can't hide

We like to take you, Cholly, when we go
We like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(They promise they would play one more time)
But if we play you just a little bit more
We'd like to take you, Cholly, etc

You know
It was in my hands
It was in my feet
I got it all over me
Yes, I did, I got it all over me
Got to go, got to go
Got to go with the funk

Get ready

I would waltz, I would sing
I would get lost in my dreams
I would fly but never too high
'Cause the funk deserted me
Now that the door is open wide
And my funk I can't hide
(I must go with the funk)

The world is a toll free toilet
Our mouths neurological assholes
And psychologically speaking
We're in a state of mental diarrhea
Talking shit a mile a minute

Or in a state of constipated notions
Can't think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of stinky futures
Shitty memories and constipated 19 now nows
Emerges from the hiney of your head

The doo doo chasers
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad
The prune juice of the mind
The doo doo chasers

Friends of roto rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together
By the band in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long word again Promental?)

A musical bowel movement
Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social bullshit
Crazy do-loops
Mental poots

They call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)

And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchies
Images doggie bags

Me burger with I sauce on it
Me burger with I sauce on it
A myself sandwich, a personal burger hamburger
And a glass of constricted cola
Out to lunch with lunch meat

The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto rooter
Music to clean your shit by

Low calorie logic
Muscle brain
Skinny brain

Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius says
Like Chinese laxatives
Sweet and sour bowel movements

And in this world of stinky memories
Shitty futures, 19 now nows constipated
Like the prune juice of the mind
The band in the tidy bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to clean your shit by

Funk, the P-Preparation
The mental musical bowel movement
Groovalax
One swipe a clean wipe
And with no extra charge

A psychological trend
A neurological enema
Holy shit
(Let me try one crap)
Corpolite
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit together

Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We bring you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is George Clinton?)
Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again

The fear of being eaten by a sandwich
Lunchville
Where lunch is a nice time of day
At least twice a week

Fried Ice Cream is a reality
(Which one is George Clinton?)

Fried Ice cream is a reality
Guess who's coming to lunch
I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man

Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a reality

{spoken}
Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
For y'all have knocked her up.
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit.

Come on Maggot Brain
Go on Maggot Brain

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(
)
(let me hear you say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(let me hear you say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah-yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah

If you and your folks love me and my folks like
Me and my folks love you and your folks
If there ever was folks
That ever ever was poor

If you and your thing dig me and my thing
Like me and my thing dig you and your thing
And we all got a thing
Yeah, and it's a very good thing

Ha! But if in our fears, we don't learn to trust each other
And if in our tears, we don't learn to share with your brother
You know that hate is gonna keep on multiplying
And you know that man is gonna keep right on dying
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(
)

The rich got a big piece of this and that
The poor got a big piece of roaches and rats
Can you get to that
Tell me where it's at
Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah
{until last two
s, under other lyrics}

Hey!
You want peace
I want peace
They want peace
And the kids need peace
There won't be no peace

The rich got a big piece of this and that
The poor got a big piece of roaches and rats
Can you get to that
Tell me where it's at

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah

If you and your folks loved me and my folks
Like me and my folks love you and your folks
If there ever was folks
That ever ever was poor

If you and your thing dig me and my thing
Like me and my thing dig you and your thing
Then we all got a thing
And it's a very good thing

Yeah, yeah, yeah (
)

Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within
(x3)

Open up your funky mind and you can fly
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within

Freedom is free of the need to be free

Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within
(x4)

Yeah

Free your mind and your ass will follow (your ass will follow)
The kingdom of heaven is within
Whoaaaaa!
Free your mind (will you free your mind?)
And your ass will follow (and your ass will follow)
I have never, never never
Never in my life
Had this given to me

Free your mind and your ass will follow
Say your mind
Not like you, boy (not like you)
You are as free as you want to be (your ass will follow)

Well, I discovered that this life that was gettin' to me
Is not really mine (Free your mind and your ass will follow)
If it were mine, I would have fun all of the time
I'm very disgruntled now
Now, I want a way out, now
I have to find a way
I have to find some way out
Free your mind and your ass will follow (x2)

Give it up, give it up (free your mind and your ass will follow)
Give it up and give it to me, baby

I'm calling you love
Love
...from my heart

Free your mind and your ass will follow

Wowww!

Free your mind and your ass will follow (x2)
The kingdom of heaven is within
Free your mind and your ass will follow (x3)

Get it on!
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within (x5)

The kingdom of heaven is within (free your mind!)
The kingdom of heaven is within (free your mind yawf)
The kingdom of heaven is within (x6)

The kingdom of heaven is within (are you satisfied?)
(x4)
The kingdom of heaven is within
(I wanna know! Free your mind and your ass will follow)
The kingdom of heaven is within (I Really care)
The kingdom of heaven is within (x2)

The kingdom of heaven is within
I'm so confused about it all (x2)
I'm so confused about the whole thing
I don't understand
I don't understand nothin'
I don't know what I feel
I can't feel me, I can't live me, I can't be me
My mind, it does not belong to me
I'm so confused (x2)
I can't hear myself
I can't hear myself calling for help
I can't free my mind
So my ass can't follow
Someone help me
I got to get help
Here's my arm
Help me escape
I don't want to (x3)
I can't free my mind
No, no, no
They won't free me
I can't run
I can't get out
I can't free my mind (x3)
I'm so mixed up
So mixed up
What time is it? (x3)

Resurrection, free of charge
I can't hear me (x2)
Free your mind and your ass will follow
I can't
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The kingdom of heaven is within (x4)
Free your mind and your ass will follow

{spoken:}
A luscious bitch she is, true
But it's not nice to fool mother nature
The proud mother of god like all ho's
Is jealous of her own shadow
Who is this young Vic Tanny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother
By sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated
By pimping their instincts
Until they were fat, horny and strung-out
In a neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?
{sung:}
Red hot mama from Louisiana
Thumbin' her way to Savannah
She been cooped up too long
Red hot mama lookin' to the city
Taxi dancers and big time spenders
She's been groovin'
Red hot mama was gettin' down
Scoping the places where fun to be found
She was smokin'
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on, red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Red hot mama was really bad
She was badder than bad, bad as she want to be
Red hot mama was a real gas
Doin' it good and doing it fast
She was smokin'
Whoa, {etc}!
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
(Come on baby!)
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
(Right on!)
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me
Be my dog!
You look good, girl
Carry on!
Hey!
Get funky?
Hey baby
Be my dog
Come on, baby!
Red hot mama
Right on
Play, boy-a

Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on
Oh!

Grief has got a hold on me
I can't think for myself
It's all because that woman of mine
Making love to someone else

I'm turnin' green from bein' blue
Without your face around
You found another to do your lovin'
And me you have put down
And I'm

Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on

ooooooooh!

I'm trudging water all through the house
I thought it was from my leakin' sink
I phoned the plumber to rush right over
and see if he could fix this leak

He rushed right over and he took a look
And much to my surprise
He said "My son it's not your sink,
It's teardrops from your eyes"
Oh!

Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on

You can't miss what you can't measure
That's what they tried to make me see
(Shorties?!?) around I know for sure
What's in store for me

Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

I chew my nails off one by one
I only got one to go
Unless I get what I been missin'
Nails I'll have no more
My nerves are shot I smoke a lot
in my loneliness
And until I see your face once again
my lonely heart won't rest
And I'm

Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on

Sitting here with a broken heart
wishing you'd come home oh
Sitting here with breakin' hearts
I just can't go on

You can't miss what you can't measure
That's what they tried to make me see
But as long as (Shorties?!?) are around
I know what's in store for me

You can't miss what you can't measure
That's what they tried to make me see
(Shorties?!?) around I know for sure
What's in store for me

You can't miss what you can't measure
That's what they tried to make me see
(Shorties?!?) around I know for sure
What's in store for me

Hey lady, won't you be my dog
and I'll be your tree
and you can pee on me

Hey lady, won't you be my dog
and I'll be your tree
and you can pee on me

Hey lady, won't you be my dog
and I'll be your tree
and you can pee on me

we will do you no harm
other than pee in your afro

Hey lady, won't you be my dog
and I'll be your tree
and you can pee on me

Even if you don't dig it
don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do
Could be just for you

Even if you don't feel it
right now don't mean someday
it'll turn you out
you'll be outta sight

You really shouldn't oughtta fight it
the music is designed to do no harm
It's just for you

With just a little bit of effort
I can he will we might just turn you on

Even if you don't admit it
the time for change is here and here we are
We're just for you
Stick us in your ear and dig us
One time One time One time One time and see
We're just for you

You really shouldn't oughtta fight it
the music is designed to do no harm
It's just for you
With just a little bit of effort
I can he will we might just turn you on

Music is designed to free your funky mind
We have come to help you cope
Out into another reality
You will be
Through our music we bring you hope

Us is what time it is

PEOPLE! Whatcha doing?
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

PEOPLE! Whatcha doing?
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

PEOPLE! Whatcha doing?
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

Song out tonight
Oh my soul is out tonight
there's a song out tonight
Y'all come on

Song out tonight
Oh my soul is out tonight
there's a song out tonight
Y'all come on

(One more time!)

Song out tonight
Oh my soul is out tonight
there's a song out tonight
Y'all come on

Us is what time it is

Even if you don't dig it
don't mean it's not the thing or thing to do
Could be just for you

You really shouldn't oughtta fight it
the music is designed to do no harm
We're just for you

PEOPLE! Whatcha doing?
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

PEOPLE! Whatcha doing?
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

PEOPLE! Doin, yeah!
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

PEOPLE! Whatcha doing, yeah?
Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

Standing on the verge of getting it on
Really gettin' it on

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 life your life
But think about it twice

The pusher push, the fixer fix
The judge acquits
The junkie leads his life
For the dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill

You don't buy a life, you live a life
A father learns much too late
He was a-never home
He worked two jobs, never stayed at home
He had to, 'cause
His love life was gone

For the dollar bill
For the dollar bill
For the dollar bill
US dollar bill

It'll buy a war
It will save a land
It pollutes this air
In the name of wealth
It'll buy you life
But not true life
The kind of life
Where the soul is hard
My name is dollar Bill

Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill
Funky dollar bill
US dollar bill

I want you to hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it
I want you to, hooo-whoaa
Oh mama, hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it
I want you to, ohhhh, oh yeah
Oh mama, hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it
I want you to, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

You can shake it to the east
Shake it to the west
Hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it
Yeah, all up and down
And move it all around
Hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it
Yeah

You can shake it for dinner
Or you could spread it all around
Hit it
Good god, hit and quit it

I want you to hit it and quit it (x 11)

You can shake it to the east
Shake it to the west
Hit it
Good god, hit it and quit it
You can shake it to the one you love the best
Hit it
Ha, hit it and quit it
Ahh, good god, hit it and quit it
Ooh, good god, hit it and quit it
Oh, good god, hit it and quit it
Quit it, quit it, quit it

{spoken}
OK play that down from the top

Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call
Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh, hear my mother call

I was one of five born to my mother
An older sister and three young brothers
We've seen it hard, we've seen it kind of rough
But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide
The fact from us that life was really tough

I can hear my mother call
I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Late at night I hear her call
Oh lord, lord I hear her call
She said, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Any and every thing I did.
Please, please don't judge me too strong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong."

Then the devil sang

"Would you like to dance with me? (Ooh-ahh-ooh)
We're doin' the cosmic slop." (Ooh-ahh-ooh)
(x3)

She was well known through the ghetto
Tricks would come and then they'd go
The neighbors would talk and call her Jezebel
But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide
The fact from us that she was catching hell, hey!

Hear my mother call
I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Late at night I hear her call
Oh lord, lord I hear her call
She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Any and every thing I did.
Please, please don't judge me too strong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong.
Lord knows I meant no wrong."
Lord!

(Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Hear my mother call
(Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Hear my mother call
She says, "Father, father it's for the kids (ooh-ah-ooh)
Any and every thing I did. (ooh-ah-ooh)
Please, please don't judge me too strong.
Hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh)
Hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
I can hear my mother call (Ahhh, ahh-ah-ahhhhh)
Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyy!
Mother!
I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh)
I can hear my mother call (ooh-ah-ooh)
Mother, mother

Late at night
Late at night
Calling me
Mother
I can hear my
I can hear my mother calling me
Late at night I hear my mother
Late at night I hear my mother
Heyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyy-ayyy!

Pleasure's the motivation for the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal
Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me
Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill

There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky

There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better
We got to have it more than we ought to
The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction
The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction
You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound

There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky

You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound
I'm feeling better by the pound

Joyful is the hocus pocus that's haunting all mankind
Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see
He and only he is free
Well, he who is truly free
Say, free from the need to be free

There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky

{spoken}
(what about the woodpecker thing?)
Yeah, they call me the kid
Sexy man
But I know nothing about the great big H
I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day
I never peeped to where she was coming from
When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone"
Then she made it perfectly clear
With some inspiring words in a song, dig:

{sung:}
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl)
Ha, ha whoo-eee!

There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe
He was dreaming of Venus
And took out his penis
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
OK bye!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2)

There once was some freaks from L.A. (who)
Who came to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii!

Well, flick-a my Bic, baby!

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home
(x5)
Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic
I'll come if you call

There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!)
He was dreaming of Fifi
And took out his peepee
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh!

There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?)
Who came to New York to play (yeah?)
They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?)
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

There once was some freaks from L.A.
Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty)
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

Get off your ass and jam!
Oh they call me the kid
Let's get it on, y'all

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (come on baby!)

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home
(x4)

It's only rock n' roll

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home
(x5)

Now, what did you say?

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home
(x6)
{spoken:}
(turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!)
(We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody)
(Y'all ready?)
(Are you ready? I'm ready?)
(Hit it!)

{sung:}
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home
(x15)
(come here, ladies. Move in close!)

Loose booty
Loose booty
Loose booty
Loose booty
Loose booty
Loose booty
Loose booty
Loose booty

Eeny meeny miney moe
Catch a junkie by the toe
If he holler let him go
If he don't, do the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it back and monkey it
Loose booty
Junkie twist
Loose booty
Nunsense!
Loose booty

Jack and Jill went up a hill
To get a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill went into a nod
And did the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it back and monkey it
Loose booty
Junkie twist
Loose booty
Nunsense!
Loose booty
(Get it!)

Emma Willy went out on the block
To cop
She he got there
the pusher was gone
Cause he had a jones of his own
He did the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it back and monkey it
Loose booty
Junkie twist
Loose booty
Nunsense!

Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt
Loose booty
Loose butt

Little Jack Horner
Sittin' in a corner
Snortin' his New York dope
Pulled back a snort
Went into a nod
Wow
was he a dope
Loose booty
He did the loose booty
Junkie twist
Nunsense
Skin it back and monkey it

(repeat to end)
Loose booty
Loose butt

(sung over the loose booty chorus)
Loose booty
Fly on, y'all
Super stupid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohh, ohh
Ooooh, ohhhh
Yeah
Hit it
Super stupid
Hit it
Junkie twist
Skin it back and monkey it
Super stupid
Skin it back and monkey it
Junkie and twist
Hit it!
Super stupid
Hit it
Junkie twist
Super stupid
Skin it back and monkey it
Hit it
Junkie twist
Skin it back and monkey it
Super stupid
Oww!
Hit it
Why you think they call it dope, dope?
Hit it
Skin it back and monkey it
Free your mind
Skin it back and monkey it
Hit it
Super stupid
Why you think they call it dope, dope?
Skin it back and monkey it
Free your mind!
Skin it back and monkey it
Super stupid
Why you think they call it dope, dope?