Lyrics
Pull back the cover
Shades, good God, it's a raid
Cut off the lights
And call the law, huh
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Standing over there, huh
The devil's son-in-law
Huh, call the law, call the law
Huh, the devil's son-in-law, huh
Huh, bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat, huh
Huh, still good
Still good
Still good
It's still good
Turn over
Turn over
Soulful Rover
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over
Carry in the chains
Take me in the chains
Take me in the chains
Huh, take me now
Good God, huh
Honky-tonk women
Is all I need
I remember brand-new breed
Honky-tonk 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 solo, 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 off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four, I want you to come back in
Huh
You send him a car
I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet
It's in my shake, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shake
About to work me to death
It's in my shake
I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow
One, two, three, four
Get it
God, huh
Ain't it funky?
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"
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
Maceo
He's at the funky drummer floor
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
The funky drummer
Let's play out and let this funky drummer take it out
One, two, three, four
The funky drummer