[Verse 1]
You can dance around if you want to
But there’s some thing a man don’t want to do
And if you see him coming walking down the street
You better jump right Out to his way
Everyone knows it’s a street skit
Every time he comes to town
Because he’s got something in his left hip
The blues down walk around

[Chorus]
Funky-junky[x2]

[Verse 2]
He’s on Missouri Boulevard
About a half old mile south of the graveyard
Better run an leap through funky old dirt
Go one don’t find no shame
This old muskrat barbecue
And a sweetness on the rail-road track
He’s got a tiger in his living room
He got a monkey on his back

[Chorus]