Funky

Mama's in her kitchen
She's stirrin' in a pot
Daddy's sittin' waiting to see what she's got
He's sitting by the fireplace with his hands on his knees
He looked around at mama said, "Hey, you better come see about me"

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Right on

Now every time I see you
You know you're lookin' cool
You're lookin' like you want to do it
But you ain't got the tools

I wanna teach you somethin' that's not from the Golden Rule
This is something baby that you can't learn in school

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Right on

Let's get funky, yeah
Baby, get it on
Right on
Right on
Get it on, get it on
Right on
(You can get it on, I know you can)
Right on
(In your soul, you can get it on this)
Right on
(Every-everyone, know know know )
Right on
([Incomprehensible] that may be too)
Right on
Do it, do it, do it
Right on

Da da da dat dat dat dat da da dat
Da da da dat dat dat dat da da dat
Da da da dat dat dat dat da da dat
Whooo

I know you had your trip down on funky broadway street
But this is a diff'rent thing with a whole diff'rent meaning
It matters not where you been
But where you wanna go
If the music moves you
Just get up on the floor

And let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Right on

Let's get funky, yeah
Baby, get it on
Right on
Right on

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Right on