Pull back the cover
Shades
Good God, it's a raid

Cut out the lights
And call the law
Cut out the lights
And call the law

Standing over there
The devil's son-in-law

Call the law
Call the law
The devil's son-in-law

Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat

Still good
It's still good
Still good
It's still good
Turn over
Turn over
I'm a soulful rover
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over
Take me in the chains
Take me in the chains
Take me in the chains

Ha, hit me now
Good God, ha

Honky tonk women is all I need
I'm a member of the brand new breed
Honky tonk women is what I want

Fellas
One more time
I wanna give the drummer some of this funky soul we got here

You don't have to do no soloin', brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
'Cause it's a mutha
When I count to four
I want everybody to lay out and let the drummer go
And when I count to four I want you to come back in

It's in my collar
I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet
It's in my shirt, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
I want the floor
I wanna walk the floor
One, two, three, four
Get it
[Clyde Stubblefield drum solo]

God, huh
Haha, uh
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
One, two, three, four

The name of this tune is the "Funky Drummer"
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer

Maceo
Let's let the funky drummer blow

The funky drummer

The funky drummer
The funky drummer
Let's lay out and let this funky drummer take it out
One, two, three, four, the funky drummer

[Clyde Stubblefield drum solo]