Maybe it’s the flared out, russet brown, corduroy jeans that are skippin’ the sidewalk off my steps.
Maybe it’s the way synthetic fabric folds enormous lapels and drapes across my chest.
Maybe it’s the sounds of Herbie’s Headhunters jumpin’ and jigglin’ through the cool morning breeze of my windows,
I don’t know,
But I swear I’m infected with the feelin’s of funkness,
That music so sweet,

Time to get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
yeah, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.

The groove tones of five smooth stones waitin’ to smack some giant right between the eyes,
A surprise child underdog champion movin’ with acoustic star rhythm on the inside.
Just like that ancient king who didn’t know a thing about killin’ Goliaths.
He just had that bad mama sling slung over his shoulder,
Deep smolderin’ eyes lookin’ straight through that large man’s pride,
Not running to hide like his brothers, peepin’ out from behind their mama’s skirts.
He was ready to lay some smack hurt on Goliath’s ugly head.
And you know it wasn’t stale organ music waverin’ in the breeze that made ol’ David shake his knees like a dancin’ madman loose in the streets.
That man had James Brown’s beats loose in his feet.

Time to get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Yeah, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
C'mon, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.

Allright,
Make it funky now,
Shake yo' booty now,

Get down with the funky sound
C'mon, get down with the funky sound
Yeah, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
C'mon, get down with the funky sound

I feel a little release in my hips,
Gigglin’ out through my lips into a slip slide goofy glide word jive that’s gonna take down some ominous giants of my pride.
Let’s join hands in a freakily funky attack,
Crack open the doors of friendship,
Take off on a spaceship of jubilee community,
Lay some tire treads right over the severed heads of all those Goliaths screamin’ in our way,
We can’t be stopped from swayin’ to the mood of this juicy joyful jumpin’ fat rhythm melee.

C'mon, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Yeah, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Uh, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Yeah, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.

C'mon, get down with the funky sound.
Everybody in the house say, get down with the funky sound.
Yeah, get down

Get down with the funky sound.
Yeah, get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Get down with the funky sound of a crazy celebrational feast.
Get down with the funky sound

'Cause, I can feel it in the beat.