Let's Get Funky

Mama's in her kitchen
She's stirrin' in a pot
Daddy's sittin' waiting, he want to see what she's got
He's sitting by the fireplace with his hands on his knees
He looked around at mama said, "Come see about me"

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on, yeah

Every time I see you
You know you're lookin' cool
You're lookin' like you want to do it
But you ain't got the tool
I wanna teach you somethin' that's not from the Golden Rule
This is something mama that you can't learn in school

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on, yeah

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I know you had your trip down on funky broadway street
But this is a diff'rent thing with a whole diff'rent meaning
It matters not where you been
But where you wanna go
If the music moves you
Just get up on the floor

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on, yeah

Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on
Let's get funky, yeah
Get it on, yeah

Let's get funky, yeah
Let's get it on
Let's get funky, yeah
Let's get it on, yeah

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Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Mack Chambers, Joseph Lamar Chambers, Lester Chambers, George E. Chambers, Brian Keenan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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