When my baby rocks the funk & the night shakes its silky booty I go upstairs
& dig deep into my attic trunks to drag out those zebra bell-bottoms & snakeskin platform boots
So I can properly call down the vibrating Mothership & when my baby rocks the funk shaking her celestial booty I will now confess
I just go all kinds of crazy in my junk & as Bootsy struts his starry bass lines all through P-Funk
My old life as a CBGB punk seems so completely defunct & I’m just happy I’m still the one who’s taking home the booty
Those nights my baby rocks the funk