Disciples Of Funk (The Return Of The Funkateers) lyrics

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!
Oh, jump the boogie, 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 get your ears
If you want a little old schooling
Won't you come here
We got a packed place
Always on the case
So come on down
Let's rumble in the Jungle Bass
I want some equal time
Forget the
I want a real job
Like in the funk mob
I wanna pay some bills
Just have good thrills
And in the meanwhile
Let my mind just chill
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-DOOSAY, baba
From another world
You're gonna get it, girl
We'll be ready
Everytime you want to play
You make me wonder
If you're gonna be there any day
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Boooh!
In less than two years
In less than two years
In less than two years
Over sixty million believers have gived up the funk
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