Lyrics Funky Again - Custard

Funky Again

The Russian winter is moving in
And your face is making?
And I never found out what you were looking for
When I first found you on my kitchen floor
And these are the days that the Mathematicians feared
Will we ever be that funky again?
Will we ever be that funky again?
No I never found out what you were looking for
Well it’s stand up, it’s stand up and?
And yessir to my mind I can see through time
Will we ever be that funky again?
Will we ever be that funky again?