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| 1. |
| 7:29 | 
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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 |
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| 2. |
| 7:00 |
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'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 |
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| 3. |
| 6:18 |
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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 |
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| 4. |
| 10:45 |
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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! |
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| 5. |
| 5:42 |
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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 |
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| 6. |
| 4:28 |
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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) |
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| 4:12 | 
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| 8. |
| 4:19 |
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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 |
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| 9. |
| 8:28 |
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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 |
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