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Parliament - Parliament's Greatest Hits Album Lyrics



Parliament - Parliament's Greatest Hits Lyrics






Up for the Down Stroke

Get up for the down stroke, everybody get up

Everybody get up

Get up for the down stroke, everybody get up

Get up for the down stroke, everybody get up

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

I don't care about the cold, baby
'Cause when you're hot, you're too much
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot
Look at what you've got

Get up for the down stroke, everybody get up
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Clarence Haskins, George Bernard Worrell, George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing






Chocolate City

Uh, what's happening CC?
They still call it the White House
But that's a temporary condition, too
Can you dig it, CC?

To each his reach
And if I don't cop, it ain't mine to have
But I'll be reachin' for ya
'Cause I love ya, CC
Right on

There's a lot of chocolate cities, around
We've got Newark, we've got Gary
Somebody told me we got L.A.
And we're working on Atlanta
But you're the capital, CC

Gainin' on ya!
Get down
Gainin' on ya!
Movin' in and on ya
Gainin' on ya!
Can't you feel my breath, heh
Gainin' on ya!
All up around your neck, heh heh

Hey, CC!
They say your jivin' game, it can't be changed
But on the positive side
You're my piece of the rock
And I love you, CC
Can you dig it?

Hey, uh, we didn't get our forty acres and a mule
But we did get you, CC, heh, yeah
Gainin' on ya
Movin' in and around ya
God bless CC and its vanilla suburbs

Gainin' on ya! What's happenin' blood
Yeah!
What's happening, black?
Brother black, blood even
Yeah-ahh, just funnin'

Gettin' down

Ah, blood to blood
Ah, players to ladies
The last percentage count was eighty
You don't need the bullet when you got the ballot
Are you up for the downstroke, CC?
Chocolate city
Are you with me out there?

And when they come to march on ya
Tell 'em to make sure they got their James Brown pass
And don't be surprised if Ali is in the White House
Reverend Ike, Secretary of the Treasure
Richard Pryor, Minister of Education
Stevie Wonder, Secretary of FINE arts
And Miss Aretha Franklin, the First Lady
Are you out there, CC?
A chocolate city is no dream
It's my piece of the rock and I dig you, CC
God bless Chocolate City and its (gainin' on ya!) vanilla suburbs
Can y'all get to that?
Gainin' on ya!
Gainin' on ya!
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: George Bernard Worrell, George Jr. Clinton, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing






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 W E F you N K, 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 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 my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up

Yeah, W E F you N K, 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 remove, dig?

The desired effect is what you get
When you improve your Interplanetary Funksmanship

Sir Lollipop Man, chocolate coated, freaky 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 the death?"
I say, "Is Seven Up?", yeah, P.Funk

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk before I take it home

Yeah, 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 sunroof top

Well, alright, hey I was diggin' on y'all funk for a while
Sounds like it got a three on it though to me
Then I was down South and I heard some funk
With some main ingredients like
Doobie Brothers, Blue Magic, David Bowie
It was cool, but can you imagine Doobie-in' your funk?
W E F you N K, We-Funk

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk before I take it home

Gettin' deep
Once upon a time called 'Right Now'
Ain't it funky now?
Far around
Hey, doin' it to you in the ear hole

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk before I take it home

Yeah
We're not leavin' y'all, I want you all to stay tuned for Starchild

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk before I take it home

Don't stop, get down
Talk, blow your horn
Pee you
Wants to get funked up
Well alright

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up

Welcome to station W E F you N K, better known as
We-Funk or deeper still, the Mothership Connection
Home of the extra terrestrial brothers
Dealers of funky music, P.Funk, uncut funk, the bomb

Lollipop Man here, alias, the Long Haired Sucker
Chocolate coated, freaky and habit forming
Coming to you in 3-D, so groovy that I dig me
Yeah, yeah, P.Funk

Make my funk the P.Funk, I want my funk uncut
Make my funk the P.Funk, I wants to get funked up
I want the bomb, I want the P.Funk, don't want my funk stepped on
Make my funk the P.Funk before I take it home
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: George Bernard Worrell, George Jr. Clinton, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Word Collections Publishing






Mothership Connection (Star Child)

Well, all right!
Starchild, Citizens of the Universe, Recording Angels
We have returned to claim the Pyramids
Partying on the Mothership
I am the Mothership Connection
Gettin' down in 3-D
Light year groovin'
Well all right, if you hear any noise, it ain't nobody but me and the boys
Gettin' down, hit it fellas!

If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me (groovin')
You gotta hit the band

All right, all right, Starchild here
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
And come on up to the Mothership
Loose Booty, doin' the bump
Hustle on over here

If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys hittin' it
You gotta hit the band
Ain't nothing but a party, y'all
Face it, even your memory banks have forgotten this funk
Mothership Connection, home of the P.Funk, the Bomb
If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys, hit me
You gotta hit the band
Let me put on my sunglasses here so I can see what I'm doing
When you hear seats rumble you will hear your conscience grumble
Hit me
You gotta hit the band
You have overcome, for I am here

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride

Doin' it up on the Chocolate Milky Way
What's up CC? Have you forgotton me?
Are you hip to Easter Island? The Bermuda Triangle?
Heh heh! Well, all right, ain't nothing but a party!
Starchild here, Citizens of the Universe
I bring forth to you the Good Time
On the Mothership
Are you hip?
Sing, fellas!

If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me
You gotta hit the band
If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me
You gotta hit the band

Starchild here, doin' it in 3-D
So good, it's good to me
Hit the band!

If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me
You gotta hit the band

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry you home!

If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me
You gotta hit the band
If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me
You gotta hit the band

If you hear any noise
It's just me and the boys
Hit me
You gotta hit the band

Starchild here, citizens of the universe
Gettin' it on, partying on the Mothership
When Gabriel's horn blows, you'd better be ready to go

Swing low
Time to move on
Light years in time
Ahead of our time
Free your mind, and come fly
With me
It's hip
On the Mothership
Groovin'

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: George Bernard Worrell, George Jr. Clinton, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing






Give Up the Funk (Tear the Roof off the Sucker)

Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mother, sucker
Tear the roof off the sucker
Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mother, sucker
Tear the roof off the sucker
Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mother, sucker
Tear the roof off the sucker
Tear the roof off, we're gonna tear the roof off the mother, sucker
Tear the roof off the sucker

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk

La la la la la
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, ow!

La la la la la
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, ow!

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk

La la la la la
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, ow!

La la la la la
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, ow!

We're gonna turn this mother out

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk

We want the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)
Give up the funk
We need the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)
We gotta have that funk
We want the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)
Give up the funk
We need the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)
We gotta have that funk

Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk

We want the funk
Give up the funk
We need the funk
We gotta have that funk
We want the funk
Give up the funk
We need the funk
We gotta have that funk

We want the funk
Give up the funk
We need the funk
We gotta have that funk

La la la la la
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, ow!

La la la la la
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo, ow!

You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round

Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: George Jr. Clinton, Jerome Eugene Brailey, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing






Do That Stuff

It was a thrill upon a hill
Everybody was feelin' real

Everybody had the look
It was written all over their face
Giving up the funk
A-waitin' for the bomb

You wouldn't believe how they partied
You would believe they'd never stop
Dancing to some funky new sound
Da da, da daa da
Da da da da

I want to go back and get
More of that funky stuff
I got to get some more of that
More of that funky stuff

I want to go back and get
More of that funky stuff
I got to get some more of that
More of that funky stuff

Da da, da daa da
Da da da da

It was a thrill upon a hill (ooh)
Everybody was feelin' real (ooh)
Ooh

It was a thrill upon a hill (ooh)
Everybody was feelin' real (ooh)
Ooh

They were still gettin' down came daylight
Been funkin' most ever since midnight

Ooh, ooh ooh

When day came they wasn't slowing
Feeling it's awfully late would wait
Mmm, be about
You would not believe how they partied
Da da da da

Do that stuff, just do that stuff
Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff

Da da, da daa da
Da da da da

Do that stuff, just do that stuff
Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff

Da da, da daa da
Da da da da

Da da, da daa da
Da da da da

I want to go back and get
More of that funky stuff
I got to get some more of that
More of that funky stuff

Do that stuff, just do that stuff
Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff

It was a thrill upon a hill (ooh)
Everybody was feelin' real (ooh)
Ooh

It was a thrill upon a hill (ooh)
Everybody was feelin' real (ooh)
Ooh

Do that stuff, just do that stuff
Do that stuff, ahh do that stuff
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Garry Marshall Shider, George Bernard Worrell, George Clinton Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing






Bop Gun (Endangered Species)

Hmm!
Yeah!
Oooooh, yeahhh-aayy!

En garde!
Defend yourself!
Movin' right on you, baby!
En garde!
Defend yourself!
Bound to get down, (down!) baby

Turn me loose
We shall overcome
Where did you get that Funk from, huh?

Turn them on
They're spoiling the fun
Let's shoot them with the Bop Gun

En garde!
Defend yourself!
Movin' right on 'round, (hey baby)
We got to get over the hump (x4)
En garde!
Defend yourself!
Bound to get down, baby (hey!)

Turn me loose
Let me shoot them with the Bop Gun, ha, hmm

Endangered species (x3)
Let me shoot them with the Bop Gun
Endangered species (x4)

We got to get over the hump (x4)

When the Syndrome is around (on guard!)
Don't let your guard down
All you've got to do is
Call on the Funk, ohhh

En garde!
Defend yourself!
We shall overcome
Where did you get that Funk from?
They're spoiling the fun
Shoot them with my Bop Gun
Ohh, hey baby
En garde!
Protect yourself!
Movin' in on you, baby
I don't think you hear me
I said they're spoiling the fun
We shall overcome
We got to shoot them with the Bop Gun
Hey, babe
Bound to get down
Closing in on you

When the Syndrome is around
Don't let your guard down
All you got to do is
Call on the Funk (moving in on you, baby)

To dance is a protection
Funk is your connection
All you got to do is
Funk and dance

En garde!
Protect yourself!
En garde!
Defend yourself!

Endangered species (x5)
Shoot them with the Bop Gun
Endangered species (x7)
You got to shoot them with the Bop Gun
Endangered species (x6)
You got to shoot them with the Bop Gun

When the Syndrome is around
Don't let your guard down
All you've got to do is
Call on the Funk

En garde!
Defend yourself!
Movin' in on you
Turn me loose
We shall overcome
Where'd you get that Funk from, huh?
I still said they're spoiling the fun
I oughta shoot them with my Bop Gun
Hey, babe
Turn me loose, huh
Watch me get over the hump, ha!
Hey, babyyy

I got to get over the hump (x10) (we got to get over the hump)
En garde!
Hey babe
I got to get over the hump (x4) (got to get over the hump)
En garde!
I got to get over the hump
Watch me! I'm gonna shoot them with my Bop Gun
I got to get over the hump (x8) (I got to get over the hump, hey baby)
En garde!
Ooh
I got to get over the hump (x9) (I got to get over the hump)
En garde!
Shoot them with my Bop Gun
I got to get over the hump (x9)
Hey babe, hey babe, ohh!
En garde!
Defend yourself
I'm gonna shoot them with my Bop Gun
I got to get over the hump (x8)
Watch me!
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Flash Light

Now, I lay me down to sleep
Ooh, I just can't find a beat
Flash light (ohh, I will never dance!)
Flash light
Flash light
Flash light

Ha da da dee da hada hada da da

Oh, it's no use!

Flash light
Red light
Neon light
Ooh, stop light

Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go count the sheep
Oh, but I will never dance

(Oh, don't make me do it)
(Dance, sucker! Ooh ha ha!)
(Oww! Get him!)

Most of all he needs the funk (shine it)
Help him find the funk (ha, funk it!)
Most of all he needs the funk
Help him find the funk (get him)
Most of all he needs the funk (I know we can get him)
Help him find the funk (ho!)
Most of all he needs the funk (ha, don't!)
Help him find the funk (I know you will! Dance, sucker!)
Most of all he needs the funk (Shine the spotlight on him!)
Help him find the funk (Oh funk me!)

Ha da da dee da hada hada da da (Dance, Nose! You know you on my funk street???)
Oh, funk me!
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da (Get on down, Nose! I like it! Dance, then!)

Flash light
Flash light (oh ho ho!)
Spot light ( spot light)
Neon light (neon light)
Street light (street light)

Oh ho, ha ha!

Everybody's got a little light under the sun

Shinin' on the funk
Shinin' on the funk

Most of all he need the funk (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da)
Help him find the funk
Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk
Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk
Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk

Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Oh
Flash light (flash light, flash light)
Flash light (flash light, flash light)
Flash light (oh, flash light)
Flash light (oh, flash light)
Spot light (spot light)
Neon light (ooooh, neon light)
Flash light (ooh, flash light ho!)
Stop light (stop light)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go count the sheep
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da (oh)
Shake your funk (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da)
Shake your funk (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da)
Shake your rump (Ha da da dee da hada hada da da) (ho!)
I think I found the funk

Flash light (flash light)
Day light (day light)
Spot light (spot light)
Red light (ohhh, hooo, red light!)

Everybody's got a little light under the sun

Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da
Ha da da dee da hada hada da da

Everybody's got a little light under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Bernard Worrell, George Jr Clinton, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






Aqua Boogie (A Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop)

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
I am Sir Nose Devoid Of Funk
I can't swim
I never could swim
I never will swim
Oh, put me down
Let go my leg (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
I told ya... will you shut up... I told ya I can't swim

Put me down, I hate water

(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)

Will you shut up

Aqua boogie baby, never learned to swim
Underwater boogie baby, can't catch the rhythm of the stroke
Aqua boogie baby, why should I hold my breath
Underwater boogie baby, feelin' that I might choke

(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)

Aqua boogie baby, things ya blow through because of things ya swim through
Underwater boogie baby, why hold your nose to spite your face (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Aqua boogie baby, with the rhythm that makes you dance to what we have to live through
Underwater boogie baby, you can dance underwater and not get wet

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
Put me down, let go my leg
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop

I hate water, let me go, put me down
You're all wet

I'm at the boogie baby, never mean to drown
I'm Underwater boogie baby, can't comprehend all the strokes
I'm at the boogie baby, why should I hold my breath
Underwater boogie baby, he's deep, feelin' that I might choke

Aqua boogie baby, there's a magic rhythm one with the a real drum
Underwater boogie baby, why blow your nose to spite your face
Aqua boogie baby, with the rhythm it takes to dance to what we have to live through
Underwater boogie baby, you can dance underwater and not get wet

Boogie with who, Boogie boogie with me

I am the Nose (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
I don't swim
I don't dance (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
I don't swim or dance (Bio-human you loop)
I'm too cool to swim, or dance
I'm (?)
Underwater boogie baby, underwater boogie babay

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
I don't even sweat
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
Underwater boogie baby, underwater boogie babay
I'm cool

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop, Psychoalpha...
Go head wit yo funk, underwater boogie baby
Put me down
Turn me loose

Ah, let go my leg, I hate water
Ya ha

Oh, leave me alone

You're crazy
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
Oh, ha... stop it

Oh there you go again,
Oh it feels good, oh it feels good, oh it feels good
I am the Nose, leave me alone

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop's
The motion picture's underwater, starring most of you-loops

Uh, never learned to swim
Oh, can't comprehend all the strokes
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop
Underwater boogie baby
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop's
Underwater boogie baby
A motion picture underwater starring most of you-loops

Yeah ho, ha ha, get on down
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop's, I am the Nose
A motion picture underwater starring most of you loops
(?) fool baby

Hit me
Bioaquadoloop (Ha ha, get down)

Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadoloop's
A motion picture underwater starring most of you-loops

Ha ha, Ha ha, Ha ha [x6]
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Writer: GEORGE CLINTON JR., WILLIAM BOOTSY COLLINS, BERNIE WORRELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing, Peermusic Publishing






Theme from the Black Hole

A toast to the booty
Feel that, do that
For how else can you capture a boogie
If you don't attack from the back
To the rear, march

My name is the one
Some people call me the funk
Here's a toast to the boogie!
Said my name is the one
Some people call me the funk, oh
I'll toast to that

And when I find a vacant booty
I move right in on the rump, ooh
I'm like a camel
Humpin' to please
I'm up to my hump in funk, yeah
Here's a toast to the boogie

I've got jam in my legs
And I'm ready to spread
All around the world for the funk
I'll toast to that
We don't cut in
We just butt in
So baby, may I have this dance?

Here's a toast to the boogie
We'll funk to that
Bottoms up

I'll toast to that
I'll toast to that
Bottoms up!

Here's a toast to the boogie
We'll funk to that, bottoms up
Here's a toast to the boogie
We'll funk to that, bottoms up

Oww, my name is the one
Some people call me the funk
Here's a toast to the boogie
Said my name is the one
Some people call me the funk
I'll toast to that

And when I find a vacant booty
I move right in on the rump
(Move in on the rump)
I'm like a camel
Double-humpin' to please
I am up to my hump in my funk
Here's a toast to the boogie

I've got jam in my legs
And I'm ready to spread
All around the world for the funk

I am Sir Nose
D'Voidoffunk
(Double-humpin' to please)
And I will never dance
Prepare to meet your end, Starchild
For a tail is nothing but a long booty

And this is a tale that I win in the end
And I have pinned the tail on the funky
And you shall dwell in the face of the mule forever, Starchild
Oh, mule-mug, oh donkey-puss, Starchild

Ahahahaha
Humdrum, tweedle-dee dum, Starchild
And I have made a jackass out of the funk
Oh, mule-mug, oh donkey-puss
I, Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk
Shall never dance!

Yo ho, yourself, Starchild
Where's your flash light?
Where's your bop gun?
Where's the Doctor, Starchild?
Better tell the Doctor you need a house call, Starchild
Oh, mule-mug, oh donkey-puss
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Writer: George Clinton, William Bootsy Collins, J.s. Theracon, Jim Vitti
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Word Collections Publishing






Back to: Parliament


Parliament's Greatest Hits is a compilation album by the American funk band Parliament, released in 1984 by Casablanca Records. It contains 10 Parliament singles recorded between 1974 and 1979. It omits songs from Trombipulation.

The album cover for Parliament's Greatest Hits is notable in that it features no artwork from any of the established P-Funk album illustrators. The compilation was produced by Tom Vickers, who formerly served as Minister Of Information for the band from 1976 to 1980. It was the last P-Funk album to be certified gold (500,000 copies sold). The album was the first to be released in the compact disc format.
Performed By: Parliament
Genre(s): P-funk
Producer(s): George Clinton, Tom Vickers
Length: 51:28
Year: 1984

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