Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Kick drum in the house, come on

I'm goin' down to Alphabet Street
I'm gonna crown... say what?
I'm gonna talk so sexy
She'll want me from my head to my feet

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wooh

Hold on one, wait a minute
Oh that's too funky
No, you don't understand, you know
Watch this, Josh, just play the bass, now watch this, watch this

I got at, emh... I got them in my behind, I can't
I can't even stand up straight
Put the big drum waiting, come on
I just can't
And you know when you put the guitar on top you just gotta...

Clap your hands
Wooh
I'm gonna drive my daddy's Thunderbird
A white rad ride, '66 so glam it's absurd
I'm gonna put her in the back seat
And drive her, yeah... to Tennessee

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wooh
You all hear that?
Turn it up, listen

Excuse me, baby
I don't mean to be rude
But tonight I ain't in the mood
But if you don't mind
Could we... just watch?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, funky London
Y'all say "Oh, funky London"
Y'all say...("Oh, funky London")
Y'all say... ("Oh, funky London")
Maceo, come on!

Turn the lights down low
Wooh
Gordon, why don't you move? Let's funk
Can I come up in the balcony?
Don't make me come up there
Ooh
I'm feeling you too much horns
Break it down low
Keep it going, Coleman
Give me that back, Coleman, but just low

You all like that?
I don't believe it
Let me hear you

I like funky music, sing it (I like funky music)
I can't hear it (I like funky music)
I can't hear it (I like funky music)
Now let's see the balcony, come on (I like funky music)
(I like funky music)

Girl, you need to come down here and dance with me (I like funky music)
Wooh (I like funky music)
I like funky music
Upstairs say, "I like funky music"
Say, you all, say, "I like funky music"

Oh (I like funky music)
Ooh (I like funky music)
(I like funky music)
(I like funky music)
(I like funky music)
(I like funky music)
(I like funky music)