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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 Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free Mashing your brain like silly putty Leaving you in a better frame of mind Drowning out the voices that bug you But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free I'm not here to kill you softly But I promise to be good to your earhole Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet " " Lord! Put your hands together, come on and get in beat There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free |
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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 |
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{Bootsy}:
Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling, Uh, long distance baby. I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama Dig...while I smoke on it. Come Saturday night When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments 'Till I have to leave your side Come Saturday night When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise And leap into your eyes She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama, be my beach Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh Maybe you remember the last time we was together And how you rubbed me on my head, uh Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby! Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo To lay upon your bod Come 4th of July When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans And lay upon your bod She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches {Bootsy}: Mama be my beach, beach Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach? Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh Oh I'm walking over your board |
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Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha! Doin' it to the max Slick Brick! How's your loose booty? Laughin' atcha Let me tighten it up Get it on Yeah Everybody funking and don't know how They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow He funked her so hard they saw some smoke He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks Laughin' at ya (ha!) Funk used to be a bad word Chorus: (sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. Laughin atcha! (Say it loud!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (I'm funky and I'm proud) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back (Talking 'bout you the Godfather) Laughin atcha! (Godmother!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Grandfather! Heh!) Finger on the trigger (Fool and the Gang!) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob!) Laughin atcha! (Dig!) (Get it on) Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC Along came a spider, slid down beside her Said: what's in the bag bitch She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha! (Hey Fool and the Gang!) Funk used to be a bad word (Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage) Motherfunk you Hit it! Sittin in the woods upon a log (Good god!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Earth, hot air, and no fire) Laughin atcha! (They call us the funk mob) Ha, ha, ha, ha! Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (In your loose booty) Laughin atcha! (Ha! Dig) Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing? Let's take it higher Hey Sloofus...tell us something good Ha ha ha! (Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!) " " New type thing (New type thing) " " Brand new funk (Brand new funk) Ha! Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!) Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Get it!) (Hey Sloofus!) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Tell us something good) And I sat back. (Let's take it to the stage) Laughin atcha! (Funk used to be a bad word!) (Hey where's the godfather at?) Sittin in the woods upon a log Finger on the trigger (Now everybody trying to get down) My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!) Laughin atcha! (Ha, ha, ha!) (On the one!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog (Information being on those tapes) And I sat back. (That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop) Laughin atcha! (An ounce of that p-blow!) Sittin in the woods upon a log (Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah) Finger on the trigger My eyes on a hog And I sat back. (They call us the funk mob) Laughin atcha! ('Cuz they funky in the White House too.) (Let's take it to the stage, y'all) (Hit it) |
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(God! I'm trippin' on that!)
Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam! (x17) |
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You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart Baby I owe you something good You came (you came) And you saw (you saw) Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart) Just like the Romans said To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should (So) so enriched was my reward Baby I owe you something good I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself) While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse To love, to love, to love anyone else And then you came and rectified All the love this old heart had been denied Then you saved me like you said you would For this, I owe you something good Unreluctantly, I submit My heart told me that I should Then you came along and saved me like you said you would For this I owe you something good |
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I'm going to ease in on your beat
I'm going to shuffle when I move my feet I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thang Until I make your whole thang twang I'm going to do things to your stuff (stuffs and things and things and stuff) I got my guitar by my side I got a band full of music, let's take a ride I'll be flying somewhere in the stratosphere But at the same time I'll be right here Doing my utmost to your stuff (stuff and things and things and stuff things) I'm going to move in on your groove I'm gonna syncopate, good god!, I'm gonna be so cool I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thangs Until I make your whole thang twang I'm gonna do things to your stuff (s & t and t & s) I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing I'm being in your stuff when I get into my thing I'm gonna snuff your stuff when I get into my thing I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing {repeat 1st verse} {repeat 2nd verse, fade} |
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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 so awfully thick So I think I'll call it "prick" 'Cause I hate that word called "dick". Ha ha ha ha! I hate that word called "pussy" It sounds so awful squishy So I guess I'll call it "clit" 'Cause I hate that word called "pussy". Ha ha ha ha! |
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You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart Baby I owe you something good You came (you came) And you saw (you saw) Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart) Just like the Romans said To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should (So) so enriched was my reward Baby I owe you something good I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself) While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse To love, to love, to love anyone else And then you came and rectified All the love this old heart had been denied Then you saved me like you said you would For this, I owe you something good Unreluctantly, I submit My heart told me that I should Then you came along and saved me like you said you would For this I owe you something good |
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