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Prisoner Of Funk

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Текст песни Bobs - Prisoner Of Funk

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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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