Mother Funker Lyrics

Blues Traveler Mother Funker

Mother funker!

If you see her come, you better look away
When she's down for a kill, that bitch is ready to play
If you need some time, she'll hook you for a while
With her jasmine eyes and her granite smile
Her kingdom's one twenty fifth to the lower east side
For the proper fee she'll hook you for that ride
To her bad ass haunts that span all across town
She can speak with a sheik as well as get the funk down

Geronimo!

Chan!

So if you crave brass rings, then son you'd best beware
But if that's the case, then you're already there
She'll spit you out and leave you wanting more
The queen of the night is just a burnt out whore