(I can't hear you)
I'll say it again, "WHAT DAY IS IT!!?"
(friiiiiidaaaay)
LOUDER
(FRIIIIDAAAYY)
Come on, Y'all can do better
(FRIIIIIDDDDAAAAAAAAAYYYYY)
Alright, now that we are in the right frame of mind, it's time for some Funky Friday Lyrics. Now when you think of funk, one name rises, one name rings in your ears, one man represents all that is funky in the world, of course that man is the one, the only,
the Thomas Dolby (?!?)
What, White English 80s New Wave Synth-Rocker's can't be funky? Well I'm here to disabuse you of the idea that Mr. Dolby can't be funky. His Aliens Ate My Buick was co-produced by the one and only George Clinton (not to be confused with the one and only George S. Clinton (I'm sure you watch Red Shoes Diaries for the music)). It's not a great album, and the song I'm posting lyrics to isn't a great song, but I figure funk is a rainbow of flavors, not just chocolate, so I thought I'd offer up a little vanilla and english toffee funk for your amusement on this Friday.
From the above mentioned album here are the lyrics to the George Clinton penned Hot Sauce.
They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy
but twice as nicey
although she burn me up
they call her Hot Sauce
she's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
although she burn me up.
What if fire didn't burn (burn!)
how would the lesson get learned? (learned!)
you sit there like a dope until you choke on all the smoke
(smoke gets in your eyes)
cover me in your sauce baby
bury me in all that sauce
smother me in your hot sauce, woman
till smoke come from your thighs.
They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy
but twice as nicey
although she burn me up
they call her Hot Sauce
she's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
although she burn me up.
The brother in the codpiece
I seen him on the TV
I think he likes his ladies
all sweet and sugary
now I'm partial to a pudding
but that's for second course.
the main meal and the hors d'oeuvres
must be smothered in hot sauce.
They call her Hot Sauce
she's hot and spicy
but twice as nicey
although she burn me up
they call her Hot Sauce
she's hotter than pepper
I would have kept her
although she burn me up.
What if steam didn't scald (scald!)
how would the story be told? (told!)
she sat and smoked a fag
while I was gagging on the shag
(shag gets in your eyes)
lemme get lost in your sauce baby
cover me in your sauce
lemme get lost in your hot sauce woman.
There was a fire truck attending
the smoke pouring from her nose
her state of mind depending
on which way the wind blowed
chili and tabasco
dripping on my shirt
I couldn't breathe - I couldn't see -
I had to call a smog alert.
1 comment:
Yeah Boyz! Thomas Dolby is in the modest suburban dwelling with a two car garage! Word to the maternal unit!
If it isn't great, it must be pretty close. "May the Cube be with you" with it's fake miami sound machine is the one truly weak song. "Key to her Farrari," "Airhead," and "Pulp Culture" are classics. Then there's "My Brain is like a sieve," which is just beautiful. I'm surprised it hasn;t been covered - you could easily go jazzy or even some punk ska would be good.
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