Lyrics Funky Meters Soul - The Meters

Funky Meters Soul

Talkin' bout soul, y’all now
Funky soul
You get it anyway you can
Here come Leo, talkin' bout how it get’s on me
He can make that thing go
Yes he can, now
Talkin' bout soul, y’all yeah
Funky soul
You get it anyway you can
Here come George with that funky bass
He can make that thing go
Any old place, yes he can, y’all
Soul, soul
Sweet sweet soul
You get it anyway you can
Talkin' bout myself, y’all
They call me Art «The Grinder»
I can make my thing go
Soul, soul
Funky soul
You get it anyway you can
Here come the drummer
I’m talkin' bout Zig «The Boo»
He can make them drums go
Got get your soul, y’all
You gotta get it right here, now
You don’t need to go to James Brown
You don’t need to go to Wilson Pickett, y’all
You don’t need Booker T. and the MG’s, now
We got the Meter men right here, y’all
Mmm, talkin' bout soul
We got soul, now