I've been having dreams of what may come to beWhat a nightmareHaven't found a job since I got my G.E.D.What do I careAnd in my dreams I am a short order cookSlinging burgers and fries till the dawnThere's a jukebox in the corner playing loudFunky bass linesThe counter man he sings his orders out in harmonyThere's a counter full of people singing backgroundEverything I sayIs repeated one bar laterFive guys in the corner booth are clappingClapping on 2 & 4When I spin up a shakeIt sounds like budget synthesizer stringsBums in the back alley playing percussion on the cansThere's bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cans(Lord, lord)Bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cansI saidThere's bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cans I'm a prisoner of funk I've got a jukebox for a brain What happened to the way it used to be Lord set me free Let me wake up again (Wake up now, you're gonna drown in funk, wake up)Burgers dancing on the grill it seemsAll the food is dancing in my dreamsLeather boys line up to get their orange whipsPopping fingers and a-singingScooby dooby do whaFat mama cass comes in digging into a bag of chipsHer voice sets the place to ringingYea, yeaThe mustard and the ketchup make a red and yellow rainbowSquirting high into the airWatch those funky fried potatoes I'm a prisoner of funk I've got a jukebox for a brain What happened to the way it used to be Lord set me free Let me wake up again (Wake up now, you're gonna drown in funk, wake up) Yea I said yea I said yea ahhh Yea ahhh Yeah ohahhh A ha, ah aha I been having dreams Yea, yea, yea, yea

 

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