James Brown - Funky Drummer Lyrics

Pull back the cover
Shades
Good God, it's a raid
Huh

Cut off the lights
And call the law, huh
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Standing over there, hu
The devil's son-in-law

Huh
Call the law
Call the law
The devil's son-in-law
Huh, uh

Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat
Ah

Huh
Still good
Still good
Still good
Still good

Turn over
Turn over
A soulful rover
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over

Carry under the chains
Take me in the chain
Take me in the chain

Huh
Hit me now

Good God, huh

Tall women
Is all I need
I'm a member
Of the brand new breed
Oh, tall women
Is what I want

Fellas
One more time, I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul we got here
You don't have to do no soloing, brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
'Cause it's a mother
When I count to four I want everybody to lay out
And let the drummer go
When I count to four I want you to come back in

Huh
It's in my collar, uh
I got to holler
I said it's in my feet, hm
Feels so sweet
It's in my shirt, good God, huh
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
I want the floor
I wanna walk the floor

One, two, three, four, get it

Good, huh
Hehe, uh
Ain't it funky, huh
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
One, two, three, four

The name of this tune is 'The Funky Drummer', huh
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer

The funky drummer

The funky drummer
Maceo
Let's have the funky drummer flow

The funky drummer

The funky drummer
The funky drummer
Just let out and let the funky drummer take it out
One, two, three, four
The funky drummer