Multipolar Disorder of Musicality
How d'you spend your time?
You groove just like us, dancing in our Funky Town
Psychedelic prime
Listen to the godfather J. Brown
Can we work it out? Yes! The parish is ours!
Souls in Motown
You know C.C.M., here comes GroOovy-Rock
The gospel sound
It transcends your soul, no caffeine nor coco
An infectious beat makes you the god of Ndombolo
Your body starts to shake, tectonic plates on techno
No need to consult the Doctor No
No, no, don't go
What makes you high?
Sex and drugs perhaps, but to you it's rock'n'roll
The one forged in the sky
Worship them and all the Phish in the bowl
You're so hungry still, you scream your head takes off
You feel you need more
Champion of the world you know the way to go
To the hard core
It transcends your soul, no caffeine nor coco
An infectious beat makes you the god of Ndombolo
Your body starts to shake, tectonic plates on techno
No need to consult the Doctor No
No, no, don't go
(Multipolar disorder of musicality!)
(Multipolar disorder of musicality!)
Musipolar multider of discorality!
Idolatrous Lucifer maims torpidly!
Musicality!
Musicality!
Don't believe in them when they tell you you're crazy
When you feel it taking over, just try to take it easy
No frontiers to you my friend your life is a symphony
You got multipolar disorder of musicality
Double personality
No need to consult the Doctor No
No, no, don't go
Woo!
Check it out!
Alors papa t'en passe quoi?
Papa?
Hey! Je crois qu'on a oublié le vioc sur le trottoir!
D'oh!
You groove just like us, dancing in our Funky Town
Psychedelic prime
Listen to the godfather J. Brown
Can we work it out? Yes! The parish is ours!
Souls in Motown
You know C.C.M., here comes GroOovy-Rock
The gospel sound
It transcends your soul, no caffeine nor coco
An infectious beat makes you the god of Ndombolo
Your body starts to shake, tectonic plates on techno
No need to consult the Doctor No
No, no, don't go
What makes you high?
Sex and drugs perhaps, but to you it's rock'n'roll
The one forged in the sky
Worship them and all the Phish in the bowl
You're so hungry still, you scream your head takes off
You feel you need more
Champion of the world you know the way to go
To the hard core
It transcends your soul, no caffeine nor coco
An infectious beat makes you the god of Ndombolo
Your body starts to shake, tectonic plates on techno
No need to consult the Doctor No
No, no, don't go
(Multipolar disorder of musicality!)
(Multipolar disorder of musicality!)
Musipolar multider of discorality!
Idolatrous Lucifer maims torpidly!
Musicality!
Musicality!
Don't believe in them when they tell you you're crazy
When you feel it taking over, just try to take it easy
No frontiers to you my friend your life is a symphony
You got multipolar disorder of musicality
Double personality
No need to consult the Doctor No
No, no, don't go
Woo!
Check it out!
Alors papa t'en passe quoi?
Papa?
Hey! Je crois qu'on a oublié le vioc sur le trottoir!
D'oh!
Credits
Writer(s): Cool Cavemen
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