| Ev-er funkin' on baba
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| This is the world’s funkiest sing-a-long
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| Sing!
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| Well!
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| These good old days, these days
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| Ev-er funkin' on baba
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| Oh yeah, this is the Pinocchio theory
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| Don’t fake the funk or your nose’ll grow, sing!
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| We’re the rubber band, and we’re fonk-kay!
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| Uh the better to funk you my dear
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| You ask why my funk is so long?
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| They call me the long song baba
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| Somebody been funkin' with my funk
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| Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up
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| (Don't funk with my funk)
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| Somebody been sleepin' with my funk
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| Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up
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| Sing! |
| Oh
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| Somebody been messin' with my funk
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| (Leave my funk alone)
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| Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up
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| Talk to me baba
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| Ev-er funkin' on baba
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| (Sing along, long song baba)
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| (Uh the better to funk you my dear)
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| Well!
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| These good old days, these days
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| I want to funk with you
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| Just want to funk with you
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| I want to funk with you
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| Just want to funk with you
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| (We're so fonk-kay)
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| I want to funk with you
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| Just want to funk with you
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| I want to funk with you
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| Just want to funk with you
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| Well now I just think
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| It’s just time for me to huff and puff
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| And just blow your stuff in, baba
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| Ev-er funking on baba
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| You say why my funk so long?
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| The better to funk you my dear
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| They call me the long song baba
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| Well!
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| These good old days, these days
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| Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
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| One day you’re gonna find it baby
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| Ev-er funking on baba
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| I am the long song
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| Hi-di-ho the long song baba
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| Up, up and away
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| Hop out
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| Well!
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| These good old days, these days
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| Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
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| One day you’re gonna find it baby
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| Uh this is the Pinocchio theory baba
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| You fake the funk
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| Your nose got to grow
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| Sing!
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| (Talk to me baba)
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| (Don't fake the funk)
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| I think I’ll multiply and do it to you from all sides
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| Well!
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| These good old days, these days
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| (Divide me baba)
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| Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
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| One day you’re gonna find it baby
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| (Watch out)
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| Ev-er funking on baba
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| Got you surrounded in my cord, hit me!
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| Well! |
| (Huh!)
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| These good old days, these days
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| (Stranded baba)
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| Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
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| One day you’re gonna find it baby
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| ‘Scuse me
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| Motor booty baba
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| I’ll tune you up, I got to stroke ya
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| (Ev-er funkin' on baba)
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
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| (Hi-de-o Silver)
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| Well!
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| (I'm in the outs)
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| These good old days, these days
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| Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
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| One day you’re gonna find it baby
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| Just talkin' to myself
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| This is the Pinocchio theory, you know baba
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| Don’t fake the funk or your nose got to grow baba |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pinocchio Theory , by - Bootsy Collins. Song from the album Back In The Day: The Best Of Bootsy, in the genre Иностранный рок