1. OUT IN L.A.

We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.

L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a cotton pickin' maze

The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb
Poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop out

The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
'Cos I'm shooting for the top and my best friend is Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!

Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
And between his legs was a sweat young lass

He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all

By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because that's when he thought that he heard a phone

Last night and the night before, I heard a
Fop outside, then I came in doors
Freak out!

Now that I told you a little something about the Flea
A little something about the Tree, a little something about me
I can't leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the
Yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his playin', you better be burning Sherman!

We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.

Step out!


2. ME AND MY FRIENDS

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends (x4)

Like two sweet peas
In an even sweeter pod, yeah
That's my friend
And my friends's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bobby well
Well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He's a hell-a-swell-a fella
Well enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know our selves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know Bobby well
But I think he knows me better

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends (x4)

He's as close to me
As a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy
He'll be standin' by me
Just another half of
The two headed freak
But I need him like
My heart needs to beat
At this point
In this friendly verse
I've gotta sing a little something
That I haven't rehearsed
It's about my man
And his name is Hillel
For whom my love
is soul-brother sacred
Take it huckleberry
Slim boy take it

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends (x2)

Jacky's eyes are closed
But he's right on course
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green chrysler
Bad as anybody's porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's as strong as a horse


3. BLACKEYED BLONDE

Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon street dream
She's just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you little boy
You better leave her alone

Leroy Brown thought he was bad too
Till she left him floatin' in the old bayou
She's the kind of girl
She's built like a bomb
She's the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde, get down!

That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox
Heaten queen of sleeze she's hot to box
But let me tell you little boy
She'll clean your clock

A slick and sly spy
Stuck in the muck of the moat
Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat
Double-o-dooms day for Mr James Bond
She's the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde, get down!


4. FIGHT LIKE A BRAVE

All you slingers and fiends
Hide behind your rocks
Put down your gloves
I'm not here to box
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns
You see it doesn't matter
Where you come from
You could be from Park Ave
Or from a park bench
You could be a politician
Or a bitchy princess
But if you're lookin' for a fist
And you're lookin' to unite
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight
Not to your death
And not to your grave
I'm talkin' bout that freedom
Fight like a brave

Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid

If you're sick-a-sick n tired
Of being sick and tired
If you're sick of all the bullshit
And you're sick of all the lies
It's better late than never
To set-a-set it straight
You know the lie is dead
So give yourself a break
Get it through your head
And get it off your chest
Get it out your arm
Because it's time to start fresh
You want to stop dying
The life you could be livin'
I'm here to tell a story
But I'm also here to listen
No I'm not your preacher
And I'm not your physician
I'm just trying to reach you
I'm a rebel with a mission

Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid
Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid

You say you're running and you're running
And you're running afraid
You say you ran across the planet
But you couldn't get away
The fire in your brain
Was driving you insane
You were looking for a day
In a life that never came
So don't tell me that
I've got to take a number
Cause I've been to that doctor
And believe me that's a bummer
He's one of a kind
Convention of the mind
And don't forget to mention
That it doesn't cost a dime
Come as you like
And leave any time
And one more thing
You know it doesn't have to rhyme

Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid
Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid
Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid
Fight like a brave - don't be a slave
No one can tell you you've got to be afraid


5. CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRLS RULE/WHAT IS SOUL?/WHOLE LOTTA LOVE/BACK IN BLACK

Catholic school girls rule...

In the class she's taking notes
Just how deep deep is my throat
Mother Mary don't you know
She's got eyes like Marilyn Monroe

Catholic school girls rule...

From the cross she's raised her head
This is what the sister said
Give no love until you're wed
Live no life until you're dead

The good books says we must suppress
The good books says we must confess
But who cares what the good books says
Cause now she's taking off her dress

Catholic school girls rule...

Lead us into temptation
We are pure divine creation
Talkin' about my generation
Injected with the seed of emaculation
Catholic!


-WHAT IS SOUL?

Behold! I am Funkadelic
I am not of your world
But fear me not
I will do you no harm
Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it
For nothing is good, unless you play with it
And all that is good is nasty!
Fly on, baby
{mumbling..some orange haze, orange haze, it ain't purple now more...cough}

Lalalala, ladada(x4)

What is soul?
I don't know, huh!
Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes, yeah

What is soul? (hehhehheh)
I don't know
Huh
Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub

What is soul?
I don't know
Huh, uh
Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper

Lalalala, ladada(x3)
Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah)
Lalalala, ladada

Boo, boo, boo, bom, bom, bom . . ..

What is soul
Man, I don't know, huh
Soul is rusty ankles and ashy kneecaps (oh yeah)

What is soul
Man, I don't know
Soul is chitlins foo yung (Chop chop...oh, tell 'em, brother!)

What is soul
Man, I told ya, I don't know
Huh
Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes
Oh, get on down now!
Yeah

Lalalala, ladada (x5)

Boo, bom, boo, bom, {etc}
Oh yeah (x3)

Soul, soul, soul

Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah)
Lalalala, ladada (x6)

Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah, ah)(x2)

Lalalala, ladada (whoa)
Lalalala, ladada
Lalalala, ladada (yeah)
Lalalala, ladada (whoa-oh)
Lalalala, ladada (hehhehheh, cough)
A joint rolled in toilet paper
Heh heh heh
Oh yeah, right on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Soul is you
Soul is you, baby (hey Calvin, it's the same damn thing)
Soul is you, big mama


-WHOLE LOTTA LOVE

You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send ya back to schoolin'
Way down inside, a-honey, you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love, oh

Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love

You've been yearnin'
And baby, I been burnin'
All them good times
Baby, baby, I've been discernin'-a
A-way, way down inside
A-honey, you need-a
I'm gonna give you my love, ah
I'm gonna give you my love, ah

Oh, whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
I don't want more

You've got to bleed on me, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah, ah, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
No, no, no, no, ah
Love, love, low-ow-ow-ow-ove
Oh, babe, oh

You been coolin'
And baby, I've been droolin'
All the good times, baby, I've been misusin'-a/Oh
A-way, way down inside
I'm gonna give ya my love/Ah
I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love/Ah
I'm gonna give you my love/Ah
Yes, alright, let's go/Ah

Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love

Way down inside/ Way down inside
Way downinside, woman, you/woman
Woman, you/you need it
Need/Love

My, my, my, my
My, my, my, my/Ahh
Oh, shake for me, girl
I wanna be your backdoor man-a
Hey, oh, hey, oh/Ahh
Hey, oh, oooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hoo-ma, ma, hey
Keep a-coolin', baby
A-keep a-coolin', baby
A-keep a-coolin', baby
Uh, keep a-coolin', baby, wuh, way-hoh, oo-ohh


-BACK IN BLACK

Back in black
I hit the sack
I been too long
I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm dead loose
From the noose that's kept me hanging around.
I'm just, uh, livin' on the side 'cause it's gettin' me high,
Forget the hearse cause I never die.
I got nine lives, cat's eyes,
Each and evry one of them is wondrin why,
Cause I'm back!
Yes, I'm back!
Mama, I'm back!
Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back, back.
Well, I'm back in black, yes I'm back in black! Ow!

Back in the thing,
I drive a Cadillac,
Mama, one with a bullet,
I'm a power pack.
Yes, I'm in a band,
With a gang,
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang,
Cause I'm back on the track and I'm beatin the fox,
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap.
So look at me now, I'm just, uh, makin' my bread,
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Cause I'm back!
Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back!
Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back, back.
Well, I'm back in black, yes, I'm back in black.

Well, I'm back!
Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back!
Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back, back.
Well, I'm back in black, yes, I'm back in black.

Well, I'm back, back,
Back, back, back, back,
Back in black, yes, I'm back in black.


6. MOMMY WHERE'S DADDY

Mummy, where's daddy?
Mummy, where's daddy?

Right here, girl...
Sweet thing, you look so sad
Cheer up, don't you know your dad is bad
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad

There ain't no problem I can't face
Your daddy's got a bigger pair of tricks
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad

Mummy, where's daddy?
Mummy, where's daddy?

Come on, sit on your daddy's lap 'cos
I'm the one who pats your back
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad

Lemme see now where to begin
Lemme start by tuckin' you in
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad

Mummy, where's daddy?


7. LOVE TRILOGY

My love comes
And when it does
It's a crazy kind of
Selective affection
My love flows like a wise guy's tie
in the zaniest of directions
My love protection, my love erection
You better get some of my infection
My love can be bigger than
The hoover dam
My love can hide behind
A grain of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't laugh
And ask my dad

My love is death to apartheid rule
My love is deepest depth, the ocean blues

My love is the zulu groove
My love is keep it or move
My love is a laughin' boozed
My love is the pussy juice
My love can't be refused
My love is gettin' my food
My love, my love

My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum
My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
My love for the best set of buns
My love for the feel of the drums
My love for a butter knuckle hands
My love for the swedes in the band
My love for the legs that I spin
My love for the fat mingy
My love, my love

My love is my gross inner self
My love is my dick in my head
My love is my gross inner self
My love is my dick in my head


8. FIRE

Well alright
Now dig this

You don't care for me I don't care about that
You got a new fool
Ha
I like it like that
I have only one burning desire
Oh, can I make love with your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh yeah

Now listen to this baby
And stop acting so crazy

You say your mom ain't home
Ain't my concern
Just don't play with me
And you won't get burned
I have only one burning desire
Oh, I'm gonna, me, do it in your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh, funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh yeah

Oh move over Rover...
And let Mr Huckleberry take over...
You know he's bad
You know he drowns
You know who he gives it to
Yeah!

That's right
Now dig this

You try to give me your money
You better save it babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burning desire
Oh, can I make love over your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh, funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire

You better slide your ass over, girl
'Cause I'm coming through once and
I'm coming the way you must be