Old Funky Rolls Songtext
von Diana Ross

In 1925 she stole the show
But that was many, many years ago
Abandoned in a pile of useless junk I found her
Never to be lost again while I′m around her

I could ride forever in my old funky Rolls
Just give me a bad hat and some old funky clothes
We don't care if folks are laughin′
When we're on the road
Can't you feel that surge of power
Goin′ eighteen miles an hour

I could ride forever in my old funky Rolls
She ain′t even paid for
But she's mine I suppose
Once they tried to repossess her
But she wouldn′t start God bless her
Spunky hunk a junk my funky Rolls


For thirty years she got by on her looks
(That was chic, that was very chic)
Her face appeared in all the motor books
(Once a week, each and every week)
But when they checked her gasket out
The old girl blew it
Funky was a lemon
Oh, she damn well knew it

But I could ride forever in my
My old funky, my old funky Rolls
She's got lemon headlights
And a tank full of holes
Once I thought I really lost her
On the Boulevard
Funky found the love she needed
Met a Ford, ooh overheated


I could ride forever in my
My old funky, my old funky Rolls
Just give me a bad hat
And some old, old funky clothes
Oops, there goes the radiator
Crank me up, I′ll see y'all later
Spunky hunk of junk, my funky
My funky Rolls
Yes, Ricky tick antique, my honey
Wacky tacky hack, she′s a honey
Spunky hunk of junk
My funky Rolls, yeah
Come on funky
Will you please start?
Funky, I'll kick your ass
Funky, would you please start?
Okay funky, here comes the man from the finance company
Oh, that's a nice car
Nice, Funky, bye
See y′all later!
My funky, my funky Rolls.