Sly (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)

If frizzy hair was a metaphor
For festival time
Then this woman is a goddess
Of that festival shrine, met her
At a jam
In that garden of sorts
I must confess god bless
Some impure thoughts
"Show us the money"
Was the call of the night
But no money could have bought
Even a piece of the pride, there might
Have been a sea of people
I don't know, because
All I could see
Was that this woman she glowed so

Why, it's a pleasure to meet you
You look like one incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Lets dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted it's a crime
You're divine you're sublime
And well you blow my mind

She caterpillar so good
That all the Greeks go "killa"
Break and enter take ya like a glass of milk
Then "spill ya"
Saw her coming what a scene
What I mean is
She got that sex coffee beam
But she tastes like vanilla
Well alright she ignite
When we hit the floor
Like the vroom on a super commodore
Now if it makes a good story
Well it's just worthwhile
With her it's like dealing stories
In the sprinkler style
It's so sly

Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you
You look like one incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Lets dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted it's a crime
You're divine you're sublime
And well you blow my mind

Oh... do the Louis!
Do the ch-ch-ch-chili!(waah)
Do the boom-shak, hit-the-sack
Back-seats feeling alright!(feeling alright)
Do the monkey shuffle!
Rock it with a fine strut!
Do the late checkout with a do-not-disturb sign outsi-i-ide!
And do the sly

Why, it's a pleasure to meet you
You look like one incredible creature
Wanna treat you fine
Lets dance and grind
Get so funk-inflicted it's a crime
You're divine you're sublime
And well you blow my mind
You're so sly