Let's Take It To The Stage

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)