Esau. Posted May 4, 2007 Report Share Posted May 4, 2007 Well, the clouds didnt look like cotton They didnt even look like clouds I was underneath the weather My friends looked a crowd The swimmin hole was full of rum I tried to find out why All I learned was this my friend You got to swim before you fly I got two girls Ones in heaven and ones below Oh, one I love with all my heart And one I do not know. Two lonesome dudes on an ugly horse Passed by not long ago They asked me where the action was I said I did not know As they disappeared into the brush I heard the driver say Hes a little slow between the ears Hes always been that way. I got two girls Ones in heaven and ones below Oh, one I love with all my heart And one I do not know. Jolly jane just lays around And listens with her mouth Shes had about a dozen husbands But the last one pulled out Now, whos gonna bring her dinner Through the weary years ahead All she'll get from me is sympathy Got no time to see shes fed. I got two girls Ones in heaven and ones below Oh, one I love with all my heart And one I do not know. Its cold down on the bayou They say its in your mind But the moccasins are treadin ice And leavin strange designs Cajuns say the last time That this happend they werent here All beaumonts full of penguins And Im a-playin it by ear. I got two girls Ones in heaven and ones below Oh, one I love with all my heart And one I do not know. Two Girls - Townes Van Zandt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 7, 2007 Report Share Posted May 7, 2007 Once upon a time, my advice to you would have been go out and find yourself a whore But I guess I've grown up, because I don't give that kind of advice anymore Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt I was 27 when I figured out that blowing my brains wasn't the answer So I decided, maybe I should find a way to make this world work out for me And my good friend Paul was 83 when he told me; that "To love is to feel pain" And I thought about that then and I've thought about that again and again Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt "To love is to feel pain" there ain't no way around it The very nature of love is to grieve when it is over The secret to a happy ending is knowing when to roll the credits Better role them now before something else goes wrong No, it's a wonderful world, if you can put aside the sadness And hang on to every ounce of beauty upon you Better take the time to know it If you feel anything at all Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt So if what you have is working for you, or you think that it can stand a reasonable chance, and whatever's broken seems fixable and nothing's beyond repair If you still think about each other and smile before you remember how screwed up it's gotten or maybe dream of a time less rotten Remember, it ain't too late to take a deep breath and throw yourself into it with everything you got It's great to be alive Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt World Of hurt-Drive-By Truckers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted May 7, 2007 Report Share Posted May 7, 2007 Well she run me down Tossed me round Slandered my name all over town My good gal ain't no good to me She makes true love more like misery I'm walkin' hunched I get drunk a bunch Sucker up and take a punch My good gal ain't no good to me N' I think I've acted reasonably But I miss her....... mmmhhm All that I wish from her...mmmhhm Is the time of day Don't go out of your way Just leave me with a stack of them bills to pay My good gal ain't no good to me She's supposed to have the courtesy To shut the door When she's been playin a whore Don't want to see his rags piled on the floor My good gal ain't no good to me And I only wish that she could see... That I miss her......mmmhhmm But I miss her.... mmmhhmm All I have is a picture.... of her Taken years ago I was a kid you know We were leaned up against that El Dorado My good gal ain't no good to me But the final word belongs to me Because I drove her out of town And I shot her down And I left there in the cold cold ground My good gal ain't no good to me Not even in my memory But I miss her...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted May 8, 2007 Report Share Posted May 8, 2007 Eating snow flakes with plastic forks And a paper plate of course, you think of everything Short love with a long divorce And a couple of kids of course They don't mean anything Live in trailers with no class goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing Taking heartache with hard work Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything And I shout that you're all fakes And you should have seen the look on your face And I guess that's what it takes When comparing your bellyaches And it's been a long time Which agrees with this watch of mine And I guess that I miss you, and I'm sorry if I dissed you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted May 8, 2007 Report Share Posted May 8, 2007 I went down to Billy Bishop's house, I went looking for a scoreBilly's wife just looked at me, said, "Billy don't live hear no more"He left here in December, he took the Pontiac"He went to see the Animator, and I don't think he's coming back"Aloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SmoothedShredder Posted May 8, 2007 Report Share Posted May 8, 2007 Thompson Girl, I'm stranded at the Unique MotelThompson Girl winterfighter's shot on the car as welllooks like Christmas at 55 degreesthis latitude weakens my knees, Thompson GirlGrunt work somewhere between dream and dutypoking through with all them shoots of beautyThompson Girl walking form Churchillacross the icy world with polar bears it's mostly uphillbut when she saw that nickel stackshe whistled hard and I whistled back, Thompson GirlGrunt work time between dream state and dutypoking through with all them shoots of beautygrunt work somewhere between dream and dutypoking through with all them shoots of beautyThompson Girl we're down at the deadhouse plantsThompson Girl we've jettisoned everything we canshe says springtime's comingwait til you seeit poking through with them shoots of beautyit's time we end this siege together, Thompson GirlThompson GirlThompson GirlThompson Girl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 9, 2007 Report Share Posted May 9, 2007 You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race but you can’t lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face. And the same God that you’re so afraid is gonna send you to hell is the same one you’re gonna answer to when the pin hits the shell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted May 10, 2007 Report Share Posted May 10, 2007 And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shackAnd you may find yourself in another part of the worldAnd you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobileAnd you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautifulwifeAnd you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime/water flowing underground.And you may ask yourselfHow do I work this?And you may ask yourselfWhere is that large automobile?And you may tell yourselfThis is not my beautiful house!And you may tell yourselfThis is not my beautiful wife!Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime/water flowing underground.Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Water dissolving...and water removingThere is water at the bottom of the oceanCarry the water at the bottom of the oceanRemove the water at the bottom of the ocean!Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/in the silent waterUnder the rocks and stones/there is water underground.Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime/water flowing underground.And you may ask yourselfWhat is that beautiful house?And you may ask yourselfWhere does that highway go?And you may ask yourselfAm I right?...Am I wrong?And you may tell yourselfMY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/in the silent waterUnder the rocks and stones/there is water underground.Letting the days go by/let the water hold me downLetting the days go by/water flowing undergroundInto the blue again/after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime/water flowing underground.Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 11, 2007 Report Share Posted May 11, 2007 If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle downMaybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do nowThink I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a whileTill I can get this demon outYou know the bottle ain't to blame and I ain't trying toIt don't make you do a thing it just lets youWhen I'm six feet underground, I'll need a drink or twoAnd I'll sure miss youTake me piece by piece till there ain't nothing left worth taking away from meThe highway's humming in my head and it's hard to hearWon't you read my lips if I pull you near enoughCould you read my fortune in the bottem of this coffee cupTell me how to tell when I've had enoughIf morning's a bitch with open arms and night's a girl who's gone to farWhiskey is harder to keep than a woman and it's half as sweet butWomen without whiskey, Women without whiskeyWhiskey is hard to beatWhiskey is hard to beatWomen Without Whiskey-Drive-By Truckers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 14, 2007 Report Share Posted May 14, 2007 I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrowI been cursed from the first with the thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted May 14, 2007 Report Share Posted May 14, 2007 Where in the hell are we going?Where in the hell is here?What is the point of our knowing?Where is the view that is clear?How long does it take to get there?How long ago did we leave?How long is this road in which I stare?How long until we achieve?Whether the weather, block out the sunWhether the weather bring rainWhether the weather can weather this fogStupid Questions are to blameStupid Questions are to blameLike what is the object of this game?What is the price that we pay?What is the distance of this terrain?What does it take just to play?Why are we going so fast?Why are we in this zone?Why is this cop towing my car?Why can't they leave us alone?Whether the weather, block out the sunWhether the weather bring rainWhether the weather can weather this fogStupid Questions are to blameStupid Questions are to blameLike who, what, when, where, why, how muchwho, what, when, where, why, etc.Who the hell here is responsible today?Who the hell here is alive?Who goes and its okay?Who's turn is it to drive?When did I decide to move on?Or when the wind will it be near?When did this engine light go on?When will the towtruck be here?Whether the weather, block out the sunWhether the weather bring rainWhether the weather can weather this fogStupid Questions are to blameStupid Questions are to blameLike who, what, when, where, why, how muchwho, what, when, where, why... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted May 15, 2007 Report Share Posted May 15, 2007 If your child ain't all he should be nowThis girl will put him right.I'll show him what he could be nowJust give me one night.I'm the Gypsy - the acid Queen.Pay before we start.I'm the Gypsy - The acid queen.I'll tear your soul apart.Give us a room and close the doorLeave us for a while.Your boy won't be a boy no moreYoung, but not a child.I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.Pay before we start.I'm the Gypsy the acid queen.I'll tear your soul apart.Gather your wits and hold on fast,Your mind must learn to roam.Just as the Gypsy Queen must doYou're gonna hit the road.My work is done now look at himHe's never been more alive.His head it shakes his fingers clutch.Watch his body writheI'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.Pay before we start.I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed.To break your little heart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted May 17, 2007 Report Share Posted May 17, 2007 Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man.He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man.The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key,So they rode on his head in their furry donkey.The kids couldn't hurt Jack,They tried, tried, tried.They dropped things on his back,They lied, lied, lied, lied, lied.But they couldn't stop Jack, 'or the waters lapping,And they couldn't prevent Jack from being happy.But they couldn't stop Jack, 'or the waters lapping,And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy.The kids couldn't hurt Jack,They tried, tried, tried.They dropped things on his backThey lied, lied, lied, lied, lied.But they couldn't stop Jack, 'or the waters lapping.And they couldn't prevent Jack from being happy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jayr Posted May 17, 2007 Report Share Posted May 17, 2007 Way on down where they've been forgottonCity just sinking with the whole world watchingWading waste deep in water, living on my roof in the land of forgottonHey, to the deaf giant with the big muscles why ya moving so slowCon, conquer and dividing, hole in the bucket got nothing to showG be indiana jones-ingDigging up the east stealing dinosaur bones-ingHey, he don't dream of stoppingChasing his tail, trying to find Bin LadenHell, is what he livingIt's not what you get, it's bout what ya givingHey, and i know you won't admit itYa stepped in the puddle and you know what was in itAnother storm coming, you better cover headShit gonna hit the fan, Gov did nothin'Oh my god, and the Gov did nothin'Woah Gov did nothin'Oh my god, and the Gov did nothin'Woah Gov did nothin'Now i don't wish to offendNo i don't wish to start a fightBut do you really think that the Gov would do nothin'If all those people were whiteHey, don't tell me you know the answerStranger than fiction and it don't need romancingHey and he think they're the sinnersHe caught up in the race and he think he the winnerForgotton for way too longAnother storm coming, you better cover headShit gonna hit the fan, Gov did nothin'Another storm coming, you better cover headShit gonna hit the fan, Gov did nothin'Oh my god, the Gov did nothin'Woah Gov did nothin'Oh my god, and the Gov did nothin'Woah Gov did nothin' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted May 25, 2007 Report Share Posted May 25, 2007 I'm down twenty to the devilHell, I hope he'll take a checkI'll kiss his ass until I get levelThen I'll break his neckI have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no tomorrowI been cursed from the first with the thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nattyMatty Posted May 26, 2007 Report Share Posted May 26, 2007 Eulalie Lyrics: Robert HunterMusic: Robert HunterRockabye lady in the skyCome and hear my lullabyFar from care and far from painFields of roses wet with rainMemory itself recedesI can't remember what I believeBut I believe whatever it wasShed more light than anything else doesRockabye lady in the solitary moonlightMight have been a June night, judging from the starlightElementary magic of the solitary moonbeamMight have been a dream but that isn't how it seemedDown came the fellow with the rose umbrellaDrifting down from the moon so pale and yellowRising up to meet him in the middle of the airEulalie came a grinning with the lily in her black hairEulalie comes, Eulalie goesSweet as sunshine on the roseOnce alive, you never dieJust open to some other skyRockabye lady in the windSome day we'll meet againA thousand years, a thousand milesA thousand postcards I don't writeA thousand hopes, a thousand songsA thousand reasons to be goneOnly one to come back homeEulalie in the moonlight all aloneRockabye lady in the solitary moonlightGleaming through the evergeen, [??]Down came the fellow with the rose umbrellaDrifting down from the moon so pale and yellowThe two entwined, as lovers willUnderneath the comet up on Dead Man HillSky rode highway, laced in diamondsThe skies are bright and blue and [diamonds]Sky rode highway, laced in bloodWe were here before the floodFlood recedes, will come againMaybe you will love me thenMemory itself recedesCan't remember what I believeBut I believe whatever it wasShed more light than anything else doesRockabye lady in the solitary moonlightMust have been a June night, guaging from the starlightElementary magic of a momentary moonbeamMight have been a dream but that wasn't how it seemedI Love THIS Toon.. Very very very Magical. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted May 26, 2007 Report Share Posted May 26, 2007 Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall.Leave the death ledger under city hall.Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today.Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet.Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain.Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel.Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal.Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today.Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.Leave the worried look on your lover's face.Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain.Cause everything must belong somewhere.The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell.Leave the widower in his private hell.Leave the liberty in that broken bell today.Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage.Let the traveling band on the interstate remain.Cause everything must belong somewhere.Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here.Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed.Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today.Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.Let the painted horse on the carousel remain.Cause everything must belong somewhere.Just like the gold around her finger and the silver in his hair.Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.In truth, the forrest hears each sound.Each blade of grass as it lies down.The world requires no audience.no witnesses, no witnesses.Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today.Leave novelist in his daydream tomb.Leave the scientist in his rubic's cube.Let true genius in the padded room remain.Leave horses hair on the slanted bow.Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today.Leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls.Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.Let the organ's moan in the cathedral remain.Cause everything must belong somewhere.They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air.Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here.You know it's true, why don't you leave me here? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
popo weenie Posted May 27, 2007 Report Share Posted May 27, 2007 woke up this mornin put on my slipperswalked in the kitchen and diedoh what a feelin when my head done touched the ceiling and on up into heaven i did riseplease don,t bury me in that cold cold ground Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bradm Posted May 29, 2007 Report Share Posted May 29, 2007 If less is moreThen I've got everythingAloha,Brad Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rob Not Bob Posted May 29, 2007 Report Share Posted May 29, 2007 DRINKER'S PEACEAt times I wish I were deadBusy people dancing all over my headThis I value with every move they makeReal bad headache with every step they takeI get a contact buzzCan't remember what the problem wasI find it hard to even careLife was to real till you got thereMy life is dirt but you seem to make it cleanerReduce my felony to a misdemeanorWhen I feel sick you're an antibioticOrganize my world that was pointless and chaoticby Guided By Voices Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted May 30, 2007 Report Share Posted May 30, 2007 Now I don't want to argue I don't want to fight,and if theres something wrong yes you know I'm gonna try to make it right,I love you, you love me we be one family tonight,so get right over here and lets get down get funky tonight,cause you are my queen and there ain't no doubt about it,and if you want I'll tell the world yes you know I'll shout it,the way you walk talk move yeah, girl get me high as a kiteso get right ova here and lets get down get funky tonight,tonight(JBT--where I will be getting funky tonight!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
captainsunshine Posted June 1, 2007 Report Share Posted June 1, 2007 Ill be your mirrorReflect what you are, in case you dont knowIll be the wind, the rain and the sunsetThe light on your door to show that youre homeWhen you think the night has seen your mindThat inside youre twisted and unkindLet me stand to show that you are blindPlease put down your handscause I see youI find it hard to believe you dont knowThe beauty that you areBut if you dont let me be your eyesA hand in your darkness, so you wont be afraidWhen you think the night has seen your mindThat inside youre twisted and unkindLet me stand to show that you are blindPlease put down your handscause I see youIll be your mirror Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esau. Posted June 1, 2007 Report Share Posted June 1, 2007 Well your wishes and your feelingsYour bad dreams and intuitionsAre about as much good to me right now as a brand new set of golf clubsWe've been this close to death before, we were just too drunk to know itGuess the price of being sobers being scared out of your mindWhen it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about itAin't no use in thinking bout it You'll just drive yourself insaneThere comes a time for everythingAnd the time has come for you to shut your mouth and get your ass on the planeAin't nothing I'd rather do right now than just go on home and lay aroundBut that ain't never an option for a working man like meHow much is enough you askI'll ask the man when I get a chanceAll I know right now, there's somewhere else I'm suppose to beWhen it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about itAin't no use in thinking bout it You'll just drive yourself insaneThere comes a time for everythingAnd the time has come for you to shut your mouth and get your ass on the planeScreaming engines, shooting flamesDirty needles and cheap cocaineSome gal's old man with a gunTo me it's all the sameDead is dead and it ain't no different than walking around if you ain't livingLiving in fear's just another way of dying before your timeWhen it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about itAin't no use in thinking bout it You'll just drive yourself insaneThere comes a time for everythingAnd the time has come for you to shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane---Shut Up And Get On The Plane-D.B.T Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nattyMatty Posted June 1, 2007 Report Share Posted June 1, 2007 "P.Funk (Wants To Get Funked Up)"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 MothershipTop 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.FunkI want my funk uncut (make mine the P)Make my funk the P.FunkI 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.FunkI 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.FunkI want my funk uncut. (make mine the P)Make my funk the P.FunkI 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.FunkI want my funk stepped on (Don't step on my funk)Make my funk the P.FunkBefore I take it homeYeah, 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 ingredientsLike 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 onMake my funk the P.Funk(Home of the extraterrestrial brothers)Before I take it home.Gettin' deep.Once upon a time called Right NowAin't it funky nowFar 'roundHey, doin' it to ya in the earholeMake my funk the P.FunkI want my funk uncut (make mine the P)Make my funk the P.FunkI wants to get funked up. (I want the bomb)I want the bomb,I want the P.FunkDon't want my funk stepped onMake my funk the P.FunkBefore I take it homeYeahWe're not leavin' y'all, I want you all to stay tuned for StarchildMake my funk the P.FunkI want my funk uncutMake my funk the P.FunkI wants to get funked up.I want the bomb,I want the P.FunkDon'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 homeDon't stop, get downTalk!Blow your hornPeee-youuu!Wants to get funked upWell, allright!Make my funk the P.FunkI want my funk uncutMake my funk the P.Funk I wants to get funked up.I want the bomb, (P.Funk)I want the P.FunkI want my funk uncut.Make my funk the P.FunkI wants to get funked up.Make my funk the P.FunkI want my funk uncutMake my funk the P.FunkI wants to get funked up.I want the bomb,I want the P.FunkI want my funk uncut.Make my funk the P.FunkBefore I take it homeWelcome 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-formingComing to you in 3-DSo groovy that I dig meYeah!Yeah! P.Funk!THat Should Put a Brighter Spin On things Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
djmelbatoast Posted June 1, 2007 Report Share Posted June 1, 2007 Everybody here's gotta eat more pie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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