Funky Junky

You can dance around if you want to

But there’s some thing a man don’t wanna do

And if you see him comin’ walkin’ down the street

You better jump right Outta his way

Everyone knows it’s a street skit

Every time he comes to town

Coz he’s got somethin’ in his left hip

The blues down walk around

Funky-junky

Funky-junky

He’s on Missouri Boulevard

About a half o’ mile south of the graveyard

Better run an leap through funky old dirt

Go one don’t find no shame

This old muskrat barbeque

And a sweetness on the railroad track

He’s gotta tiger in his living room

He gotta monkey on his back

Funky-junky

Funky-junky