Funkadelic (1969)

(Special thanks to Anthony Rucker)
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Track List (links jump to lyrics for that song):

Mommy, What's A Funkadelic?
I Bet You
Music For My Mother
I Got A Thing, You Got A Thing, Everybody's Got A Thing
Good Old Music
Qualify & Satisfy
What Is Soul



Mommy, What's A Funkadelic?

{G Clinton}

If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions
(Hey baby, hey...had something last night...man, it was strange...it taste so good...it was some good stuff)

Do it again
Yeah
Hey baby
What's your thang?
What say we touch each other?
Mess around and get our thing goin' on
Yeah, ha, ha, ha!
Ohh, ohh
Whoa!
Yeah

Shucks!
Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba bomp bomp buh buh buh buh bah!

By the way, my name is Funk
I am not of your world
Hold still, baby, I won't do you no harm
I think I'll be good to you
Fly on
Hmm, hehhehheheh
Whoa

Lord!
Like I said, I won't do you no harm
I am Funkadelic
Dedicated to the feeling of good
And baby, I'm good at being good
Let me play with your emotions
For nothing is good unless you play with it
Yeah
Fly on
Fly on, baby

So...nasty!
I didn't make the rules
I follow them
And what's so nasty about funky music?
Heh, heh, feels good to me!
Lord!

Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba bomp bomp buh buh buh buh bah!
(x4)

Whoa! Yeah!
Wait a minute
Do you feel that?
Lord
Lord, baby
Fly on
Fly on, baby

Let me kiss your mind
Hahha
Let me slide a yard of tongue down your throat
There's nothing wrong with that
Merely a kiss
Why is everyone afraid to say:
Kiss me baby! (make it?)
Whoa, yeah
Kiss me baby!

Kiss me
I like it like that
I like it like that
Owww!
Play with it, baby
Play with it
Play with your emotions
Go ahead, brother

Release all of those feelings
We don't need no words
Just feelings
Do it again brother, oh!
One more time, oh!
Yeah
Oh!

I recall when I left a little town in North Carolina
I tried to escape this music
I said it was for the old country folks
I went to New York
Got slick
Got my hair made, hehheheheh
I was cool, heh heh
I was cool
But I had no groove, hehheheh
No groove, no groove, no groove, no groove
I had no groove
But here it comes!
But now, fly on baby
Here it comes
Cuz I got it
Fly on baby
You got it
Dig
oh
Dig
(x6)
Dig, baby
You got it
You got it now
You got it
Fly on
Fly on sisters
Play on brothers

Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba bomp bomp buh buh buh buh bah!
(x2)

Can you feel that baby
It's called Funkadelic music
It will blow your funky mind
Yeah!
(rolling on the one, tape's in motion)



I Bet You

{G Clinton, Pat Lindsey, Sidney Barnes}

Wooo!
Come on, huh!
Woo-ooh!
Ice cubes on a red hot stove will melt, and I bet ya
A drowning man's very first words is help, I bet you
If you bet on a horse and the horse don't win, you lose and I betcha
If you try to sit on air, you're gonna fall, and I betcha

If you want a winning hand
If you want a perfect man
Betcha never lose my love
You will win, I betcha
Betcha never lose my love
You will win, I betcha

Take a car without fuel, ain't gonna move, and I betcha
A carpenter can't build his house without his tools, I bet you
If the shoes are too small they hurt your feet, and I betcha
You can't know what's going on if you're asleep, I bet ya

If you want a winning hand
If you want a perfect man
Ha!
Betcha never lose my love
You will win, I betcha
Oh yeah!
Betcha never lose my love
You got to win, I betcha

Ohh, wowowowowowowowowow
Ah yeah!
OH get down! Uhh!
Come on, come on!
I betcha
You ain't gonna lose
You won't lose
Oh, yeah!

Bet you never lose my love
Bet you never lose my love
Bet you never lose my love, I'm a winner
Bet you never lose my love, come on
Bet you never lose my love, stuck by you
Bet you never lose my love, you can't lose
Bet you never lose my love, you stuck by me
Bet you never lose my love, bet on me
{variations continue til end}



Music For My Mother

{G Clinton}

Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So I slowed down and took a listen
And this is all I could hear, baby

Whoa-hah-hey
Whoa-hah-ha
(x5)

It got so good to me, man, that I stopped runnin'
My feets was tired anyhow
So I reached in my inside pocket
And got my harp out
Sit down by old beat-up railroad train
And get me get myself
A little of that old funky thang
{vocal "harmonica" solo}

Yeah!
Yeah, I'm ?
Yeah, whoa!
Yeah
Mm-m-hmmm
Yeah

Can you all feel what I mean?
This is what you call
Waaay-back yonder funk

Whoa ha hey
Whoa ha ha
(x19)
Say it loud!
I'm funky and I'm proud!
I'm aging!
Old funk



I Got A Thing, You Got A Thing, Everybody's Got A Thing

{Clarence Haskins}

I got a thing
You got a thing
Everybody's got a thing
When we get together, doin' our thing
In order to help each other
In order to help your brother
(x2)

You don't drink what I drink
You don't smoke what I smoke
You don't think like I think
You don't joke like I joke

I got a thing
You got a thing
Everybody's got a thing
When we get together, doin' our thing
In order to help each other
In order to help your brother



Good Old Music

{G Clinton}

(Shake your head)
Everybody's gettin' funky
In the days when the funk was gone
I recall not long ago
When the funk it was goin' strong

Now they were rocking upside the wall (to funky music)
Rockin' out in the hall (to funky music)
Now they were jumpin' up and having a ball (to funky music)
Music's got them beggin' for more

Give me more, give me more
Come on
Give me more
Give me more of that
Good old funky music, yeah
Good old funky music, yeah

Yes, indeed they're movin'
Yes, they are doin' it to and fro
Yes, indeed they're groovin'
To that music that will let them go

You know they started somewhere round about midnight (to funky music)
And they rocked it all night until daylight (to funky music)
Music that was groovin' my mother (to funky music)
It's groovy for my sister and brother

Give me more, give me more (come on, let's sing it together)
Give me more
Give me more of that
Good old funky music, yeah
Good old funky music, yeah

Music that was groovin' my mother (funky music)
It's groovy for my sister and brother
Good old funky music, yeah
Good old funky music, yeah



Qualify & Satisfy

{G Clinton}

I'm not conceited by no means (yeah)
I just know what I'm capable of
But if you're looking for some love
I'm qualified to satisfy

Now if your man ain't where it's at (yeah)
Now if he's as corny as that (yeah)
Just tell the square to get his hat (oww!)
I'm qualified to satisfy
Owwwww!
Yeah



What Is Soul

{G Clinton}

Behold! I am Funkadelic
I am not of your world
But fear me not
I will do you no harm

Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it
For nothing is good, unless you play with it
And all that is good is nasty!
Fly on, baby
{mumbling..some orange haze, orange haze, it ain't purple now more...cough}

Lalalala, ladada
(x4)

What is soul?
I don't know, huh!
Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes, yeah

What is soul? (hehhehheh)
I don't know
Huh
Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub

What is soul?
I don't know
Huh, uh
Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper

Lalalala, ladada
(x3)
Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah)
Lalalala, ladada

Boo, boo, boo, bom, bom, bom {etc}

What is soul
Man, I don't know, huh
Soul is rusty ankles and ashy kneecaps (oh yeah)

What is soul
Man, I don't know
Soul is chitlins foo yung (Chop chop...oh, tell 'em, brother!)

What is soul
Man, I told ya, I don't know
Huh
Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes
Oh, get on down now!
Yeah

Lalalala, ladada
(x5)

Boo, bom, boo, bom, {etc}
Oh yeah
{x3}

Soul, soul, soul

Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah)
Lalalala, ladada
(x6)

Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah, ah)
(x2)
Lalalala, ladada (whoa)
Lalalala, ladada
Lalalala, ladada (yeah)
Lalalala, ladada (whoa-oh)
Lalalala, ladada (hehhehheh, cough)
A joint rolled in toilet paper
Heh heh heh
Oh yeah, right on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Soul is you
Soul is you, baby (hey Calvin, it's the same damn thing)
Soul is you, big mama