| Song | Take Your Dead Ass Home |
| Artist | Funkadelic |
| Album | Tales of Kidd Funkadelic |
| 作词 : Clinton, Goins, Shider ... | |
| {spoken} | |
| (what about the woodpecker thing?) | |
| Yeah, they call me the kid | |
| Sexy man | |
| But I know nothing about the great big H | |
| I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day | |
| I never peeped to where she was coming from | |
| When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone" | |
| Then she made it perfectly clear | |
| With some inspiring words in a song, dig: | |
| {sung:} | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!) | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!) | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl) | |
| Ha, ha whoo-eee! | |
| There once was a man from Peru | |
| Who went to sleep in his canoe | |
| He was dreaming of Venus | |
| And took out his penis | |
| And woke up with a handfull of goo | |
| Put your foot on the rock! | |
| OK bye! | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2) | |
| There once was some freaks from L.A. (who) | |
| Who came to New York to play | |
| They was busted by the pussy posse | |
| And the prosecutor popped them in the pen | |
| Put your foot on the rock | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! | |
| Well, flick-a my Bic, baby! | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| (x5) | |
| Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic | |
| I'll come if you call | |
| There once was a man from Peru | |
| Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!) | |
| He was dreaming of Fifi | |
| And took out his peepee | |
| And woke up with a handfull of goo | |
| Put your foot on the rock! | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh! | |
| There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?) | |
| Who came to New York to play (yeah?) | |
| They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?) | |
| And the prosecutor popped them in the pen | |
| There once was some freaks from L.A. | |
| Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty) | |
| They was busted by the pussy posse | |
| And the prosecutor popped them in the pen | |
| Get off your ass and jam! | |
| Oh they call me the kid | |
| Let's get it on, y'all | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home (come on baby!) | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| (x4) | |
| It's only rock n' roll | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| (x5) | |
| Now, what did you say? | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| (x6) | |
| {spoken:} | |
| (turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!) | |
| (We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody) | |
| (Y'all ready?) | |
| (Are you ready? I'm ready?) | |
| (Hit it!) | |
| {sung:} | |
| If you ain't gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| (x15) | |
| (come here, ladies. Move in close!) |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Goins, Shider ... | |
| spoken | |
| what about the woodpecker thing? | |
| Yeah, they call me the kid | |
| Sexy man | |
| But I know nothing about the great big H | |
| I' d watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day | |
| I never peeped to where she was coming from | |
| When she' d say, " Though you' re here, I' m all alone" | |
| Then she made it perfectly clear | |
| With some inspiring words in a song, dig: | |
| sung: | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home now light my fire, baby! | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home aflicka my Bic, even! | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home I' d love to play in your tidy bowl | |
| Ha, ha whooeee! | |
| There once was a man from Peru | |
| Who went to sleep in his canoe | |
| He was dreaming of Venus | |
| And took out his penis | |
| And woke up with a handfull of goo | |
| Put your foot on the rock! | |
| OK bye! | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! x2 | |
| There once was some freaks from L. A. who | |
| Who came to New York to play | |
| They was busted by the pussy posse | |
| And the prosecutor popped them in the pen | |
| Put your foot on the rock | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! | |
| Well, flicka my Bic, baby! | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| x5 | |
| Well, light my fire baby, flicka my Bic | |
| I' ll come if you call | |
| There once was a man from Peru | |
| Who went to sleep in his canoe say somethin' nasty! | |
| He was dreaming of Fifi | |
| And took out his peepee | |
| And woke up with a handfull of goo | |
| Put your foot on the rock! | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh! | |
| There once was some freaks from L. A. and what' d they do? | |
| Who came to New York to play yeah? | |
| They was busted by the pussy posse pussy who? | |
| And the prosecutor popped them in the pen | |
| There once was some freaks from L. A. | |
| Who came to New York to play say somethin' nasty | |
| They was busted by the pussy posse | |
| And the prosecutor popped them in the pen | |
| Get off your ass and jam! | |
| Oh they call me the kid | |
| Let' s get it on, y' all | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home come on baby! | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| x4 | |
| It' s only rock n' roll | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| x5 | |
| Now, what did you say? | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| x6 | |
| spoken: | |
| turn the drums up a little for me... yeah! | |
| We' re gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody | |
| Y' all ready? | |
| Are you ready? I' m ready? | |
| Hit it! | |
| sung: | |
| If you ain' t gonna get it on | |
| Take your dead ass home | |
| x15 | |
| come here, ladies. Move in close! |