| A Score, year twice ago, our funkfathers brought forth unto this nation
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| Quin-funklords, awakening a new groove,
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| Dedicated to the proposition that we all would funk equally.
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| Spreading that funk across the land.
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| Shortly after their physical emergence,
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| One of quin became possessed by witchery, greed.
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| Deceit, completely ignoring the funkdation upon whence our destiny was to
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| conceived by our funk fathers,
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| Our funk fathers, fathers funk, fathers, our funk, funk fathers,
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| oh our funk fathers
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| She’s gone below, below
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| Where the witches hitch their stitches for the bitches
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| Oh she’s gone below, below
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| That spell was pacifyin'.
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| No way to tell she’s lyin'.
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| Survived are three who’s gonna carry on,
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| Unveil the fella blind.
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| The witch’s cobweb from over his mind.
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| So he can see, we’re gonna shine.
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| I will detain you.
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| I will debrain you.
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| Twenty years, she laid the rule.
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| For her to win, us to lose.
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| Living less and quite confused.
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| Twenty years, we paid our dues.
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| Giving more, receiving stress.
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| With love and trust, we gave our best.
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| We were used, she abused.
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| Now it’s time to light the fuse.
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| Thrills and lies, lies and ties.
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| Okay, byes, no compromise.
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| A bird in hand, a bush to sing.
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| Now it’s 'bout a different thing.
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Ding dong, the witch is gone
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Ding dong, the wicked witch done lost her head
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Rejoice, the wicked witch is gone.
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Ding dong, the witch she gone
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| We’re headed for the promised land.
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| Not guided by your wicked hand.
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| Now we have the right to choose.
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| No more dues, we will refuse.
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| Thrills and lies, lies and ties.
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| Okay, byes, no compromise.
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| A bird in hand, a bush to sing.
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| Now it’s 'bout a different thing.
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Ding dong, the wicked witch done lost her head
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| (Ha ha ha yah)
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Rejoice, the wicked witch is gone
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| Below, below
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| Where the witches hitch their stitches for the bitches
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| Oh she’s gone below, below
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| She’s gone below, below
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| Where the witches hitch their stitches for the bitches
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| Oh she’s gone below, below
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Ding dong, the witch is gone
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| Ding dong, the witch is dead
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| Ding dong
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| There ya go, now ya talkin' say what.
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| Hello okay bye |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Witch , by - Funkadelic. Song from the album Who's a Funkadelic?, in the genre R&B