I mos def must be the funky! I desire to shake my grooved thang higher! I must melt the hot stax of wax in my ears, and take off to an astral plain! We will, we will, biological clock you in the face! Raise the roofie on the sucker! It's a crisco inferno! Burn your mother's down!
(Legion of Rock Stars)
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Let's put hope in your soul finger! And ebony and Merchant Ivory soap in your hole! Maceo, take me to the bridge of sighs! I wanna take your squier! Good God alrighty! They're gonna spank that plank like a rented joule! So high, I can't get over Stitt. So wide, you can't have it your way, have it your way! Make it fonky!