Gotta Be Funky Songtext
von Bobby Rush

Want to make love, I want you to know
November child, I′m a Scorpio
Tall like tree, black like crow
I talk more talk than the radio

Mama told daddy 'fore I was born
Got a boy, a child comin′, gon' be a son of a gun
It's gonna be funky

What they don′t understand, every man got to do his own thing
And anything I do, got to be funky

Daddy don′t like the song I sing
He said, "Son, your song a little too funky"
Mama don't like the way I wear my hair
She tell me every day, "Son, it looks too funky"

What she don′t understand, every man got to do his own thing
And anything I do, got to be funky


Ain't it funky now?
Oh Lord, ain′t it good to you?

Some people don't like what I smoke
They say, "What I smoke smells too funky"
I′m just a man doin' my thing
Doin' whatever I feel
Knowin′ where I′m goin', likin′ what I'm doin′
I got my own life to live

What they don't understand, really man, got to do his own thing
And anything I do
Anything I do
Anything that I do
I love
Got to be funky

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Hold on
Got to be funky
Ooh, Lord, Lord have mercy, oh Lord