FunkyParty

It was a morning we were all sober from the bar
Couples of beers saved my soul from the dark
His little sister wants my number as a start
But I have my thought so that I said to her none

You cannot sing cannot sing cannot sing
I come to rule come to rule come to rule
You don't know to sing, don’t know to sing don’t know to sing
I’m coming through, I’m coming through, I’m coming through

I’m not a dandy boy but people don’t believe
So I comb my hair and learn to brush my teeth
Sugars come and go being out and out the breath
They love to cum, love to rum, love to grump

They don’t want to sing, don’t want to sing don’t want to sing
Cuz I’m busy with the legs they split to me
They cannot sing cannot sing cannot sing
“I’m cuming thru, cuming thru, cuming thru”

Too many sisters, misters, hipsters in my life
I say: fuck you all, I don't wanna use my knife
I’ve been standing with my band hit the rhythm
Hey baby girls, this is the last chime

Sing with me sing with me sing with me
Let this funky party make you feel retarded
Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me
We hear music come and feed the crowd with groove

COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT
COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT
COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT