Slankerdelic Shape Shifters - Conga Bongo Traffic Mix

We lost our soles on the funky freeway, looking sharp in Blackwood Straits
Abandoned wreck of our old Mombass on Interstate
Those French-oiled dudes in their Cool Britannias, passed us in their Decouvrier
They lit some 'cat as they chattled backwards - "See you there"
The dub had set on the freaky funhouse, as we soldered on the snaking queue
We heard the squall of a thousand groovers - sardine stew
She caught my gaze in her fresh Mirandas, squeezing through the suited gates
And oh, what a night for fate!

Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Down in the basin the floor was shaking, tremors through the asphalt pipes
While in the chill-zone a Sample shadow grew so ripe
We caught our breath with a Rouge Mosquito, matching sleeve notes back to back
Meanwhile old Gordy let rip with boogie heart attack
Wrapped up in furs, snug in Snowlimoho, baby, whistling through the early light
We heard the howls from the wolverine bandits out of sight
And by the time we were locked in passion, fooling by the open fire
We fused as the flames reached higher

Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Oh yeah

Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters
Slankerdelic shape shifters



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Burford
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