Get Down With Your Bad Self

We bringin' this one
From off the top shelf
Get down with your bad self!

Can I be back again if I was here all along
Is there a doctor in the house...Yeah what seems to be wrong
Are you man or are you mouse
Don't bring that mess in my house
Because all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't wait to get funky again
That's it, the American Dream
Walk on water, eat bullets, and shit ice cream

Have you no shame?
Shit, what's my name?
We bringin' this one
From off the top shelf
Get down with your bad self!

I'm self employed, I work for the man
Take a number, talk to the hand
I know I'm not always your favorite
But how you like me now?
Bating my brow right out of the park
Like Clark Kent, bent on flying without his cape
Things will work out and that's the shape 'round here
Searching for the whites in my eyes and
Playing it by ear to keep the message clear

Check this shit it's creeper
Because sooner or later you'll dance with the reaper

When the floor is callin and you know you're home
Your ass is connected to your funk bone
Your ass is connected to your funk bone

Dive on in, it feels great
And it's never too late to fire it up


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