Song | Let's Take It To The Stage |
Artist | Funkadelic |
Album | Let's Take It To The Stage |
作词 : Clinton, Collins, Shider | |
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards} | |
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker | |
Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha! | |
Doin' it to the max | |
Slick Brick! How's your loose booty? | |
Laughin' atcha | |
Let me tighten it up | |
Get it on | |
Yeah | |
Everybody funking and don't know how | |
They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow | |
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke | |
He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks | |
Laughin' at ya (ha!) | |
Funk used to be a bad word | |
Chorus: | |
(sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(Say it loud!) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
(I'm funky and I'm proud) | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back | |
(Talking 'bout you the Godfather) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(Godmother!) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
(Grandfather! Heh!) | |
Finger on the trigger | |
(Fool and the Gang!) | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
(They call us the funk mob!) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(Dig!) | |
(Get it on) | |
Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC | |
Along came a spider, slid down beside her | |
Said: what's in the bag bitch | |
She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha! | |
(Hey Fool and the Gang!) | |
Funk used to be a bad word | |
(Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage) | |
Motherfunk you | |
Hit it! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
(Good god!) | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
(Earth, hot air, and no fire) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(They call us the funk mob) | |
Ha, ha, ha, ha! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
(In your loose booty) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(Ha! Dig) | |
Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing? | |
Let's take it higher | |
Hey Sloofus...tell us something good | |
Ha ha ha! | |
(Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!) | |
" " New type thing (New type thing) | |
" " Brand new funk (Brand new funk) | |
Ha! | |
Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! | |
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!) | |
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
(Get it!) | |
(Hey Sloofus!) | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
(Tell us something good) | |
And I sat back. | |
(Let's take it to the stage) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(Funk used to be a bad word!) | |
(Hey where's the godfather at?) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Finger on the trigger | |
(Now everybody trying to get down) | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
(Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(Ha, ha, ha!) | |
(On the one!) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
(Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate) | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
(Information being on those tapes) | |
And I sat back. | |
(That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
(An ounce of that p-blow!) | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
(Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah) | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
(They call us the funk mob) | |
Laughin atcha! | |
('Cuz they funky in the White House too.) | |
(Let's take it to the stage, y'all) | |
(Hit it) |
zuò cí : Clinton, Collins, Shider | |
Hiya! " oh yeah" played backwards | |
Hey Sloofus, yeah! tell us something good, let' s take it to the stage, sucker | |
Have no fear, get it on! MacFunk is here. Ha! | |
Doin' it to the max | |
Slick Brick! How' s your loose booty? | |
Laughin' atcha | |
Let me tighten it up | |
Get it on | |
Yeah | |
Everybody funking and don' t know how | |
They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow | |
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke | |
He said, let' s get in the bed and funk like folks | |
Laughin' at ya ha! | |
Funk used to be a bad word | |
Chorus: | |
sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
Laughin atcha! | |
Say it loud! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
I' m funky and I' m proud | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back | |
Talking ' bout you the Godfather | |
Laughin atcha! | |
Godmother! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Grandfather! Heh! | |
Finger on the trigger | |
Fool and the Gang! | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
They call us the funk mob! | |
Laughin atcha! | |
Dig! | |
Get it on | |
Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC | |
Along came a spider, slid down beside her | |
Said: what' s in the bag bitch | |
She said I' m laughin' at ya, ha, ha! | |
Hey Fool and the Gang! | |
Funk used to be a bad word | |
Let' s get it on! Let' s take it to the stage | |
Motherfunk you | |
Hit it! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Good god! | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
Earth, hot air, and no fire | |
Laughin atcha! | |
They call us the funk mob | |
Ha, ha, ha, ha! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
In your loose booty | |
Laughin atcha! | |
Ha! Dig | |
Slick and the family brick... whatcha you doing? | |
Let' s take it higher | |
Hey Sloofus... tell us something good | |
Ha ha ha! | |
Laaaallala, lalalala Those Crazios Crazios! | |
" " New type thing New type thing | |
" " Brand new funk Brand new funk | |
Ha! | |
Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card! | |
Say it loud, I' m funky and I' m proud doing it to death! | |
Say it loud, I' m funky and I' m proud ha ha ha! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Get it! | |
Hey Sloofus! | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
Tell us something good | |
And I sat back. | |
Let' s take it to the stage | |
Laughin atcha! | |
Funk used to be a bad word! | |
Hey where' s the godfather at? | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Finger on the trigger | |
Now everybody trying to get down | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
Tell him, when in doubt, vamp! | |
Laughin atcha! | |
Ha, ha, ha! | |
On the one! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Tricky Dick wasn' t worried about no incriminating Watergate | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
Information being on those tapes | |
And I sat back. | |
That sucker didn' t want y' all to dig on him trying to cop | |
Laughin atcha! | |
An ounce of that pblow! | |
Sittin in the woods upon a log | |
Now he' s alaughin' at you... yeah | |
Finger on the trigger | |
My eyes on a hog | |
And I sat back. | |
They call us the funk mob | |
Laughin atcha! | |
' Cuz they funky in the White House too. | |
Let' s take it to the stage, y' all | |
Hit it |