Bend In, Dip it Low Push it Up, With your Funky Elbeaux I can't lift, but you can though, I can only jive with my Funky Elbeaux Flex and extend Rip this joint make everything bend I've got the infection This cubitus has come unhinged Do you want this bone? Work into an angle Rip this roll we're going out of control Wave hello Move real slow Funk it up and take it home Bend in, dip it low Push it up with your Funky Elbeaux I can't life, but you can though I can only jive with my Funky Elbeaux Compress and suspend Roll down the radius and let them tendons bend Feels like the end It's movin up the body and it's going to my head Do you want this bone? Work into an angle Rip this roll we're going out of control Wave Hello Move real slow Funk it up and take it home Put your elbeauxs out like a chiggin Let me see ya flap them wings If I fried em up and got em all sticky, would you hesitate to eat them thangs? Let me see you put your elbeauxs out like a chiggin want to see you flap them wings If I fried em up and got em all sticky, would you hesitate to eat them thangs? Down to the bone Would you gnaw? If those elbeauxs were covered in sauce It reallly pains me though When you cook real slow A dozen wings and I want more Your elbows, Funky Elbeaux Your elbow, flap your chiggin wings Let's see ya move them things.

Chiggin, Stinkin Rottin in between his teeth He was singin 'Don't you Worry Bout A Thing' when He got that greazy craving "Take me to the restaurant Drive ol' Steve into town Bring me a bucket full of barbecue spare ribs, garlic mashed potatoes and a napkin gown Cause I'm out to eat and I don't care who it please Drench me in your funky cheese, soul food, I am yours for the taking" Now Steve, he's getting old Always a Wonder, but a little forgetful Grinders yella, chops are dank, even his friends say "DAMN Stevie, you stank!" Stevie Wonder's Morning Breath It is just what he eats Signed Sealed Delivered as an oral reference You can smell it in the front row seats Stevie Wonder's Morning Breath It stank so funky Sweet When he comes around you get to Higher Ground Or you could huff it up just like me Late at night, after chow back to the bus to let it all hang out He feels the lovin comin up from deep down Before you know it ol' Steve's on the prowl Call up Shonda, Call up Grace Don't matter who, can't see their face I'll sing to 'em softly in a warmer place This part time lover needs a full time taste Lips to dip for, cheek to cheek lickin it up and hummin 'My Cherie" Let me tell you friends that shit ain't clean Knocks me off my feet purely with your hygiene Now Steve that smell is bold, Truly a Wonder that you leave it unkempt though Sloppy muff, soul food to thank wake up in the mornin yelling "DAMN Stevie, you stink" Stevie Wonder's Morning Breath It is just what he eats Signed Sealed Delivered as an oral reference You can smell it in the front row seats Stevie Wonder's Morning Breath It stank so funky Sweet When he comes around you get to Higher Ground Or you could huff it up just like me

Gonna get between them busses babe, Wanna drive down all your streets IN between the busses babe is where our hearts will meet Roll it over, pull up close I tailgate you baby, mouth and nose Fender to bumper, put me in coach Her license plates are touching I'm about to explode Whoa, like a backhoe Or is that frontload? Between the busses, I'm ready to go, Between the busses, Everybody jump on board ...and when it's time to stop, I hope you'll pull my string, time to let you go, yes, I heard it ring and if we miss your street there's more to do today if you can waste some time waiting for marmalade It's a beautiful day to wait for marmalade don't know if I can stay, but I'll wait this jar and my heart are open please fill with gelatinous paste preserving the fruit of our love, can it and hide it away what would you do today, if you could have dinner and stay? marinate in marmalade, lemonade, white wine sulfate, salt and pepper, sage and thyme, don't forget refrigerate pop it in the over bake at 200 centigrade, this chiggin is a big'un and I need some friends to celebrate Got between them busses babe, You know I got between them sheets In between the busses babe is where our lips did meet Rolled it over, pulled up close, Tailgate you baby mouth and nose Fender to bumper forget the coach We're riding first class, baby, and it's time to explode Oh what a day when you come to me and say Was it worth the wait that we got mama laid?