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 sucking 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.'