Funk Machine

Let me tell you about this funky guy Who walked all around town With music in hand Beat in pocket His groove as his crown Not a mean feller in anyway Just committed to the feel The funky rhythm The slapping tunes You wouldn't believe he's real I'll let it speak for itself As he takes his place on stage Let the vocals ring And the synth just sing I couldn't do it, but Hey There's one thing missing from his act Something so vital A backup choir to help him sing And rehearse this funk recital Now come on in, listen close It's about to begin One big breath One big sigh Let's here him sing He's the Funk Machine He's a, he's a Funk Machine He'll come and get you in your sleep Funk Machine He's a Funk Machine So I said to Mr Funky Man Can you teach me some funk please? He said, sure, I can teach you It's as easy as one, two, three First you add a low, low bass That's right, just ebb and flow What's next? Maybe some drums With a groove that will make you move Experiment, just go wild Is there anything else? Of course there is son Bring in the horns Bring in the bass A ratio 12 to one I can feel it, the funk you've made Has grooved me to my bones Oh boy, here it comes It's the funk that we all know He's the Funk Machine He's a, he's a Funk Machine He'll come and get you in your sleep Funk Machine He's a Funk Machine