| Lyrics: | Behold! I am Funkadelic
I am not of your world
But fear me not
I will do you no harm
Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it
For nothing is good, unless you play
with it
And all that is good is nasty!
Fly on, baby
{mumbling..some orange haze,
orange haze, it ain't purple now more...cough}
Lalalala, ladada(x4)
What is
soul?
I don't know, huh!
Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes, yeah
What is
soul? (hehhehheh)
I don't know
Huh
Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub
What is soul?
I don't know
Huh, uh
Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper
Lalalala, ladada(x3)
Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah)
Lalalala, ladada
Boo,
boo, boo, bom, bom, bom . . ..
What is soul
Man, I don't know, huh
Soul is rusty
ankles and ashy kneecaps (oh yeah)
What is soul
Man, I don't know
Soul is
chitlins foo yung (Chop chop...oh, tell 'em, brother!)
What is soul
Man, I told ya, I
don't know
Huh
Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes
Oh, get on down now!
Yeah
Lalalala, ladada (x5)
Boo, bom, boo, bom, {etc}
Oh yeah (x3)
Soul, soul, soul
Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah)
Lalalala, ladada (x6)
Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah, ah)(x2)
Lalalala, ladada (whoa)
Lalalala, ladada
Lalalala, ladada (yeah)
Lalalala, ladada (whoa-oh)
Lalalala, ladada (hehhehheh,
cough)
A joint rolled in toilet paper
Heh heh heh
Oh yeah, right on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Soul is you
Soul is you, baby (hey Calvin, it's the same damn thing)
Soul is you, big mama
-acap |
