Track List (links jump to lyrics for that song):
Good To Your Earhole
Better By The Pound
Be My Beach
No Head No Backstage Pass
Let's Take It To The Stage
Get Off Your Ass and Jam
Baby I Owe You Something Good
Stuffs and Things
The Song Is Familiar
Atmosphere
I'm going to give you what you're here for
I've got the means to take you there
I'm not here to kill you softly
But I promise to be good to your earhole
Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet
" " Lord!
Put your hands together, come on and get in beat
There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free
Mashing your brain like silly putty
Leaving you in a better frame of mind
Drowning out the voices that bug you
But I promise to be good to your earhole
Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet
" " Lord!
Put your hands together, come on and get in beat
There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free
I'm not here to kill you softly
But I promise to be good to your earhole
Put your hands together, come on and stomp your feet
" " Lord!
Put your hands together, come on and get in beat
There's a good time waiting for you, come on and let's get free
Pleasure's the motivation for the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal
Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me
Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill
There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky
There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better
We got to have it more than we ought to
The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction
The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction
You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound
There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky
You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound
I'm feeling better by the pound
Joyful is the hocus pocus that's haunting all mankind
Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see
He and only he is free
Well, he who is truly free
Say, free from the need to be free
There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our jet-aged generation
It's all designed to take us to the sky
{Bootsy}:
Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios calling,
uh, long distance baby.
I'd just like to be your bridge over troubled waters mama
Dig...while I smoke on it.
Come Saturday night
When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the moments
'Till I have to leave your side
Come Saturday night
When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise
And leap into your eyes
She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong
She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born
As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach
Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches
{Bootsy}:
Mama, be my beach
Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby
Oh, I just feel so good just being able to talk to you for a while, uh
Maybe you remember the last time we was together
And how you rubbed me on my head, uh
Oh baby it felt so good...you make me wanna say oh baby!
Come 4th of July
When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo
To lay upon your bod
Come 4th of July
When all the vultures wait in line to cop their suntans
And lay upon your bod
She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too strong
She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born
As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach
Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches
{Bootsy}:
Mama be my beach, beach
Uh...what's in the sand, uh beach?
Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something
And maybe a few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh
Oh I'm walking over your board
She said I know the drummer, can you let me in?
Tell the guitar player I brought a friend
Ask the roadies do they need a hand
Tell the manager there's a girl named Jan
The doorman said: "No head no backstage pass" (x6)
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
If you ain't giving head, you ain't getting in
The doorman said: "No head no backstage pass" (x4)
I'm a friend of the drummer can you let me in
Ow-woo, ow-woo, a yabba-yabba yabba-yabba awoo
She said I know the drummer, can you let me in?
Tell the guitar player I brought a friend
Ask the roadies do they need a hand
Tell the manager there's a girl named Jan
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker
Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha!
Doin' it to the max
Slick Brick! How's your loose booty?
Laughin' atcha
Let me tighten it up
Get it on
Yeah
Everybody funking and don't know how
They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke
He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks
Laughin' at ya (ha!)
Funk used to be a bad word
Chorus:
(sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
Laughin atcha!
(Say it loud!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(I'm funky and I'm proud)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back
(Talking 'bout you the Godfather)
Laughin atcha!
(Godmother!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Grandfather! Heh!)
Finger on the trigger
(Fool and the Gang!)
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(They call us the funk mob!)
Laughin atcha!
(Dig!)
(Get it on)
Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC
Along came a spider, slid down beside her
Said: what's in the bag bitch
She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha!
(Hey Fool and the Gang!)
Funk used to be a bad word
(Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage)
Motherfunk you
Hit it!
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Good god!)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(Earth, hot air, and no fire)
Laughin atcha!
(They call us the funk mob)
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(In your loose booty)
Laughin atcha!
(Ha! Dig)
Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing?
Let's take it higher
Hey Sloofus...tell us something good
Ha ha ha!
(Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!)
" " New type thing (New type thing)
" " Brand new funk (Brand new funk)
Ha!
Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card!
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!)
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Get it!)
(Hey Sloofus!)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
(Tell us something good)
And I sat back.
(Let's take it to the stage)
Laughin atcha!
(Funk used to be a bad word!)
(Hey where's the godfather at?)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
(Now everybody trying to get down)
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!)
Laughin atcha!
(Ha, ha, ha!)
(On the one!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
(Information being on those tapes)
And I sat back.
(That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop)
Laughin atcha!
(An ounce of that p-blow!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(They call us the funk mob)
Laughin atcha!
('Cuz they funky in the White House too.)
(Let's take it to the stage, y'all)
(Hit it)
(God! I'm trippin' on that!)
Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam! (x17)
You came along just in time my love
Self pity had got me down
You saved me from me, and from the bottom of my heart
Baby I owe you something good
You came (you came)
And you saw (you saw)
Don't you know that you conquered (conquered) whoa, my heart (my heart)
Just like the Romans said
To the victors belong, belong, belong the spoils
Unreluctantly I submit. My heart told me that I should
(So) so enriched was my reward
Baby I owe you something good
I've loved (I've loved) and I've lost (I've lost) but that's alright
I blame, I blame, I blame, (I blame) myself (myself)
While this old heart of mine, Lord, it refuse
To love, to love, to love anyone else
And then you came and rectified
All the love this old heart had been denied
Then you saved me like you said you would
For this, I owe you something good
Unreluctantly, I submit
My heart told me that I should
Then you came along and saved me like you said you would
For this I owe you something good
I'm going to ease in on your beat
I'm going to shuffle when I move my feet
I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thang
Until I make your whole thang twang
I'm going to do things to your stuff (stuffs and things and things and stuff)
I got my guitar by my side
I got a band full of music, let's take a ride
I'll be flying somewhere in the stratosphere
But at the same time I'll be right here
Doing my utmost to your stuff (stuff and things and things and stuff things)
I'm going to move in on your groove
I'm gonna syncopate, good god!, I'm gonna be so cool
I'm gonna stuff your stuff with thangs
Until I make your whole thang twang
I'm gonna do things to your stuff (s & t and t & s)
I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing
I'm being in your stuff when I get into my thing
I'm gonna snuff your stuff when I get into my thing
I'm getting to your stuff when I get into my thing
{repeat 1st verse}
{repeat 2nd verse, fade}
There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go when I'm feeling low
I can trust in the melody, in this song I can find me
Ever since I lost you, I've been so lost too
In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you
There is a song you can sing
When the love you had is love gone bad
There is a place you can go
There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space
There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low
To my song I can relate and I don't got to syncopate
Every word is in time, on time, at all times
In our love there is harmony, and I want to see this love through with you
There is a song you can sing whenever you're sad, feeling bad
There is a quiet place, you can go, when you're feeling low
There is a song you can sing
When the love you had is love gone bad
There is a place you can go
There's a quiet place...all you gotta do is space
There is a song that I sing whenever I'm sad, feeling bad
There is a place in my head that I go, when I'm feeling low
{repeat to fade}
Good evening, boys and girls
Welcome to another evening of
"I hate that word called dick"
It goes like this:
I hate that word called "dick"
It sounds so awfully thick
So I think I'll call it "prick"
'Cause I hate that word called "dick".
Ha ha ha ha!
I hate that word called "pussy"
It sounds so awful squishy
So I guess I'll call it "clit"
'Cause I hate that word called "pussy".
Ha ha ha ha!