Funkadelic Take Your Dead Ass Home
Spoken}
(what about the woodpecker thing?)
Yeah, they call me the kid
Sexy man
But I know nothing about the great big H
I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day
I never peeped to where she was coming from
When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone"
Then she made it perfectly clear
With some inspiring words in a song, dig:
{sung:}
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl)
Ha, ha whoo-eee!
There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe
He was dreaming of Venus
And took out his penis
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
OK bye!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2)
There once was some freaks from L.A. (who)
Who came to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii!
Well, flick-a my Bic, baby!
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home
(x5)
Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic
I'll come if you call
There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!)
He was dreaming of Fifi
And took out his peepee
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh!
There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?)
Who came to New York to play
