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A FUNK RED HOT MAMA (l993)

by @cliffy-buglione

It's hot It's kickin' It's funk! You gotta drown your Martini With junk Until this depression is sunk You gotta remember it's disco and funk, You gotta walk around day-glo and punk. You gotta hit the wall To destroy your attitude Even if there's no attitude At all You gotta dizzy shake a palm tree And smile at the clock of reason You gotta move up offa dat ting You gotta set fire to your ring And let your climax sing You gotta Boomshakalak You gotta twist and grind You gotta Boomshakalak And it's fun Voyeur react No doubt about dat
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May 3, 2014
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