A

wan-

na

be

gang-

ster

think-

in'

he's

a

wise

guy

Rob

a-

no-

ther

bank,

he's

a

sock

'em

in

the

eye

guy

Tank

head,

Mr.

Bon-

nie

and

Clyde

guy

Look

him

in

the

eye,

he-

's

not

my

kin-

da

guy

Ne-

ver

wan-

na

be

con-

fu-

sion

proof

Pud-

ding's

sweet

but

too

a-

loof

O-

range

eye

girl

with

a

back-

slide

dew

said

Yo

ho-

mie

who

you

talk-

in'

to

Backed

up

pad-

dy-

wa-

gon

mack-

in'

on

a

cat's

ass

One

up-

per-

cut

to

the

cold

up-

per

mid-

dle

class

Born

to

storm

on

bore-

dom's

face

And

a

lit-

tle

lust

to

the

funk-

y

ass

flea

bass

Most

in

the

race

just

lose

their

grace

The

black-

est

hole

in

all

of

space

Crook-

ed

as

a

hook-

er,

now

suck

my

thumb

A-

ny-

bo-

dy

wan-

na

come

get

some

If

you

have

to

ask

You'll

ne-

ver

know

Funk-

y

mo-

ther-

fuck-

ers

Will

not

be

told

to

go

If

you

have

to

ask

You'll

ne-

ver

know

Funk-

y

mo-

ther-

fuck-

ers

Will

not

be

told

to

go

Don't

ask

me

why

I'm

fly-

in'

so

high

Mr.

Bub-

ble

meets

su-

per-

fly

in

my

third

eye

Search-

in'

for

a

soul

bride,

she's

my

freak-

ette

Soak

it

up

in-

side,

deep-

er

than

a

se-

cret

Much

more

than

meets

the

eye

To

the

funk

I

fall

in-

to

my

new

ride

My

hand

my

hand,

ma-

gic

on

the

one

is

a

me-

di-

cine

man

Think-

in'

of

a

few

ta-

boos

that

I

ought

to

kill

Danc-

in'

on

their

face

like

a

stage

on

Vau-

de-

ville

I

feel

so

good

can't

be

un-

der-

stood

Boot-

y

of

a

hood-

lum

rock-

in'

my

red

hood

If

you

have

to

ask

You'll

ne-

ver

know

Funk-

y

mo-

ther-

fuck-

ers

Will

not

be

told

to

go

If

you

have

to

ask

You'll

ne-

ver

know

Funk-

y

mo-

ther-

fuck-

ers

Will

not

be

told

to

go