Daddy's Gotta Funk

Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy

Ooh--I see you lick your lips
I must've caught your eye with
The fever in my hips
You can roll the dice
And maybe get a taste
But first I need a line, a smoke
And a pint of chardonnay

If I ruled the world
I woulda made the cover of Playgirl
You better believe
It's time I'm takin' back my life
If you can't keep up, kid, step aside cause

Daddy's gotta funk
(Ooo daddy, daddy)
Would someone turn the music up before I lose it?
Daddy's gotta funk
(Ooo daddy, daddy)
They're askin' who's the greatest dancer?
Well, I'm the answer--

Ooh! now, baby, don't be rude
How's about a drink?
To get you in the mood
Maybe I don't have the body I once had
But I still got the juice to give
Your beast another back

Hold on--I lost my virginity to this song
I still can taste her cherry melting on my lips...
Oh no, old boy, don't think of this... cause

Daddy's gotta funk
(Ooo daddy, daddy)
Would someone turn the music up before I lose it?
Daddy's gotta funk
(Ooo daddy, daddy)
I still got some push, push, push in this bush

Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy

Oooh
They look at me like my time is up
Oooh
Like I'm past the point of being loved
But Imma keep groovin'
My body, alive, with the music
And, baby, when that Grim Reaper guts me
He'll do it with my pelvis still thrusting
And thrusting

I'm staring at the end
My life and ancient ruin
My blood is red, my body hot
I wanna move, wanna groove, wanna love
I wanna hold someone before my time is up
Be fore my time... is up

I gotta funk
(Daddy's gotta funk)
I gotta funk
Yeah, I still got some push, push, push in this bush

Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy
Ooo Daddy Daddy



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Mcglone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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