Hey man hey fellas yes sir I’m talking
Your remember that funky time we done had
Let me tell you:
Funk Master a-number one top ranking
The kick be gritty and the bass be stanking
Crowd so wild, I think the mic feed backing
Tambourine, Pi-anny, man the track be banging
Funky like a chain reaction
I’m forever in the groove, and the funk keeps slamming
We want the funk see the people relapsing
Heads getting so funky that we might need Aspirin
O O O Late Night People
Yeah Yeah Yeah Late Night People
Get together you’re our Late Night People
We’ll go forever with our Late Night People
S. O. be on them funky rhymes
GoldFish be’s on the beats
Miami, Cape Town, Moscow, Paris
It’s the funk they come to see
Turn it up, Turn it up, Turn it up to 100 Degrees
We gone groove everybody, move everybody
From your head to your funky feet
This funk is suave
It’s the funky charms
Funk on the bass, funky on guitar
S.O. GoldFish drop the funky bombs
Funky like a wrestler’s underarms
They come from wide they come from far
Can’t boogie if the funk’s not up to par
London, loving them funky bars
Frankfurt says my funks be wunderbar
O O O Late Night People
Yeah Yeah Yeah Late Night People
Get together you’re our Late Night People
We’ll go forever with our Late Night People
Can’t control my feet, can’t hold my shoulders
Nobody leave until the whole funk over
Born on the Funkstienth of Funktober
So I always stay lucky with a funky leafed clover
People say funky cause the funk don’t play
Keep you down for the night so you up for the day
Can’t find your groove when you’ve lost your way
But a little bit of funk will make you feel ok
Now if you didn’t get the original message I done said her in the track already
I’m a funky man and I don’t play nothing but funky music baby
S. O. be on them funky rhymes
GoldFish be on the beats
Miami, Cape Town, Moscow, Paris
It’s the funk they come to see
Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up to 100 Degrees
We gone move everybody move everybody
From your head to your funky feet
S. O. be on them funky rhymes
GoldFish be on the beats
Miami, Cape Town, Moscow, Paris
It’s the funk they come to see
Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up to 100 Degrees
We gone move everybody move everybody
From your head to your funky feet