No Compute Lyrics
| Song | No Compute |
| Artist | Funkadelic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clinton, Shider | |
| Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was wetless | |
| My imagination could no longer take me there | |
| So I slid into my copping haberdashery | |
| And gave into the original jones: sex | |
| Now my sexy jones was below sea level | |
| The hornies occupied my being | |
| I was at that stage where most men would say | |
| "Hey ho, it's your life or your legs" | |
| but I was cooler than that | |
| She said, "No compute". | |
| I spotted a lady who was also on the prowl | |
| I could tell by her makeup | |
| plus the scent was there | |
| So I sashayed over to her and, uh | |
| Spoke of my plan | |
| She screamed and said, "Are you asking to make love to me?" | |
| I said, "Is pig what's in pork? | |
| Or are you gonna play hard | |
| after all the trouble you went through to get chosen?" | |
| She said, ah, "No compute". | |
| Finally, she said, "Uh, I could, uh, probably go for what you're talking about | |
| But it's really about my birth control pills." | |
| I said, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." | |
| When in doubt vamp, or at least ad-lib | |
| "And of course, you know, spit don't make babies." | |
| She smiled and said, "No compute". | |
| But I could tell she was getting in to it | |
| So off we went | |
| There was fun to be had, love to be made | |
| "Strange", I said to myself, as I laid smoking a last joint before the technic easing of sleep | |
| "What a man will go for when the hornies set in." | |
| Well suddenly, as she laid there, mouth half open, wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick | |
| I was sick with the guilties, and she smiled in her sleep | |
| As if to say, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." |
| zuo ci : Clinton, Shider | |
| Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was wetless | |
| My imagination could no longer take me there | |
| So I slid into my copping haberdashery | |
| And gave into the original jones: sex | |
| Now my sexy jones was below sea level | |
| The hornies occupied my being | |
| I was at that stage where most men would say | |
| " Hey ho, it' s your life or your legs" | |
| but I was cooler than that | |
| She said, " No compute". | |
| I spotted a lady who was also on the prowl | |
| I could tell by her makeup | |
| plus the scent was there | |
| So I sashayed over to her and, uh | |
| Spoke of my plan | |
| She screamed and said, " Are you asking to make love to me?" | |
| I said, " Is pig what' s in pork? | |
| Or are you gonna play hard | |
| after all the trouble you went through to get chosen?" | |
| She said, ah, " No compute". | |
| Finally, she said, " Uh, I could, uh, probably go for what you' re talking about | |
| But it' s really about my birth control pills." | |
| I said, " All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." | |
| When in doubt vamp, or at least adlib | |
| " And of course, you know, spit don' t make babies." | |
| She smiled and said, " No compute". | |
| But I could tell she was getting in to it | |
| So off we went | |
| There was fun to be had, love to be made | |
| " Strange", I said to myself, as I laid smoking a last joint before the technic easing of sleep | |
| " What a man will go for when the hornies set in." | |
| Well suddenly, as she laid there, mouth half open, wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick | |
| I was sick with the guilties, and she smiled in her sleep | |
| As if to say, " All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Shider | |
| Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was wetless | |
| My imagination could no longer take me there | |
| So I slid into my copping haberdashery | |
| And gave into the original jones: sex | |
| Now my sexy jones was below sea level | |
| The hornies occupied my being | |
| I was at that stage where most men would say | |
| " Hey ho, it' s your life or your legs" | |
| but I was cooler than that | |
| She said, " No compute". | |
| I spotted a lady who was also on the prowl | |
| I could tell by her makeup | |
| plus the scent was there | |
| So I sashayed over to her and, uh | |
| Spoke of my plan | |
| She screamed and said, " Are you asking to make love to me?" | |
| I said, " Is pig what' s in pork? | |
| Or are you gonna play hard | |
| after all the trouble you went through to get chosen?" | |
| She said, ah, " No compute". | |
| Finally, she said, " Uh, I could, uh, probably go for what you' re talking about | |
| But it' s really about my birth control pills." | |
| I said, " All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." | |
| When in doubt vamp, or at least adlib | |
| " And of course, you know, spit don' t make babies." | |
| She smiled and said, " No compute". | |
| But I could tell she was getting in to it | |
| So off we went | |
| There was fun to be had, love to be made | |
| " Strange", I said to myself, as I laid smoking a last joint before the technic easing of sleep | |
| " What a man will go for when the hornies set in." | |
| Well suddenly, as she laid there, mouth half open, wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick | |
| I was sick with the guilties, and she smiled in her sleep | |
| As if to say, " All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack." |
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