You gotta groove
If you wanna groove
       To the funk groove rap
You gotta be far out
        And on the track

You gotta throw up at a silver moon
                     To do the bump
                              To do the bump
You gotta sweat from tongue
You get a sweet ******* echo
                               You gotta lay low
                                 Act flash
                                          Hold on to the bottle
                       And never carry cash

You gotta answer the call of the trapped
Boogie spirit
You gotta tell me you love me
And I'll know you don't mean it.

No what I really think is
Love is like movement
It's there but you can't see it
As the vehicle shows the movement
                      it's worth
                               Out of Utopia to Earth
A victim of love has nothing to do
With with cards and poetic words

                                              Whilst I was walking down Pasteur Gardens
                                                Which is quite near to me
                                                     I heard a child's sad voice
                                                        Fem­ale it appeared to be
                                                           About the age of 3
                                                               'Mummy, please don't put it in your
                                                                ­     mouth'
                                                          ­                To which the mother replied
                                                         ­                    'I will because big Graham is
                                                                ­                the master of the bedroom
                                                         ­                         Now that daddy died.'