You ain't got the class, boy
You ain’t in his league
So don't try to tell me
That you've got the things that I need
Huh, this guy’s original
He's got the juice
Well, hey, look out, world
A duck is on the loose
Right here
(Uh huh)
Get that planet on the phone
Ain't no time to waste
Tell him he ain't coming home
He done joined the human race
We call him Howard the Duck
No way to conceal it
With a feather's touch
I love him apart
We call him Howard the Duck
If it ain't funk, you don't feel it
And he shot an arrow
Straight to my heart
To this duck, we say a toast
So get the butter off of his face
No, he's got too good to roast
Has saved the Human Race
Here before your very eyes
He’s gonna be, gonna be here with you
I used to think it was all in my mind
He’s gonna see some people tonight
I give you Howard the Duck
No way to contain him
In a second
He would love you apart
We call him Howard the Duck
No way to explain him
Little cupcake of a drake
He stole my heart
Well alright!
(Hmm)
Hickory, dickory, duck
He ain't about to be plucked
To groovy for gravy
Too precious for pâté
He’s a funky little feather-bearing waterfowl
A quack that's not a fake
Little cupcake of a drake
Come into my tub of love
Here before your very eyes
He's gonna be, gonna be here with you
I used to think it was all in my mind
He's gonna see some people tonight
I give you Howard the Duck
No way to conceal it
With a feather’s touch
I love him apart
We call him Howard the Duck
If it ain't funk, you don't feel it
And he shot an arrow
Straight to my heart
Howard the Duck
If it ain't funk, you don't feel it
In a second
He would love you apart
Howard the Duck
Ain't no way to conceal it
And he shot an arrow
Straight to my heart
Howard The Duck was written by George Clinton & Allee Willis & Thomas Dolby.
Howard The Duck was produced by Thomas Dolby.