Disciples Of Funk (The Return Of The Funkateers)

You the best boyfriend that a girl could possibly have
It's time to put some bass into that bottom, baby
That's what I'm talking about
Hit me now!
And don't get so horny horns
Fred, hit me!
Shake it
We're boppin' boogie woogie them
Bass, gettin' ready to roll
Bass, hit me now
Bass!
Jump on your feet, baby
Dig it now
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Don't funk with my funk
The return of the Funkateers
Let me put it in your ears
If you want a little old school
Won't you come here
We'll be ready
Always on the case
So get on down
Welcome to the Jungle Bass
The Mothership Connection, tear the roof off the sucker
Motor Booty Affair, The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein
And when I play my star bass
I just have good thrills
And in the meanwhile
Let my mind just chilled
Shake it!
We're boppin' boogie woogie them
Bass, gettin' ready to roll
Bass, hit me now
Dig it now
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Hey you, get off of my cloud
Don't funk with my funk
My bass is exploding
The speakers are overloading
My own mission is to style
And rock with you a while
YABA-DABA-DOOZAY, baba
The return of the Rubber Band
The original Funkateers
We'll be ready
Everytime you want us to play
You make me wonder
If you're gonna be there any day
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
BOOOOH!
In less than two years
In less than two years
In less than two years
Over sixty million believers have gived up the funk
(She's the freak of my desire)
(She's givin' me happy feet)
(She's the freak of the week)
(But she was not just knee deep)
Scream you ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Scream you ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Scream you ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Scream you ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Larry, Curly and Moe