| Lyrics: | 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, |
