Let’s Get Funky Songtext
von Sparks

She arrived on a Greyhound bus
And she was young and so lean
And she smelled like a smalltown church
But she looked like a queen
And I walked up and asked her name
And she gave me a stare
So i said will you marry me
She just brushed at her hair
She looked hungry and knew I was
So she ate lunch with me
Then she held out a greasy hand
Rubbed the grease on my knee
Maybe she′s taken a vow of silence
Maybe she's from some quiet island


Or maybe she′s scared of big city life, I don't know
Maybe she's had a difficult life
Oh c′mon baby just a word
Just a syllable or two
Take your pick, say a word
Any word at all will do
"Let′s get funky"
Well she's moved in with me, I guess
We get funky a lot
But she still doesn′t say a lot
Still she knows what she wants
Lyrics posted by Richard T. Williams (Rex)
Mgullick@facstaff.wisc.edu
July 1995