What The Funk!

Funk makes me move, it makes me groove

Listening to James Brown, I feel good

My friends told me that I dance like a schmuck

But I can't get enough, of that funky stuff

I might run out of luck, stuck in a rut

But I know Funk is always there to pick me up.


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