03 March 2006

Friday Funk Lyrics, 03 March 2006

The Academy Awards are in two days, and I could care less, but I'd have to try really hard. Nevertheless it's a big deal to many so in honor of the upcoming award show I'll post the lyrics to the funkiest song ever to win Best Song at The Academy Awards.

Am I talkin' about the Marxist crap that won last year? Nope

Am I talkin' about Henry Mancini's Classic? Nope

Am I talkin' about that awful Bacharach/David ditty (warning, horrible midi at link, you've been warned)? Nope

(don't get ahead of me, oh forget it, might as well head for the punchline)

That's right, I'm talkin' about SHAFT (and you don't have to shut mouth)


Who's the black private dick
that's a sex machine to all the chicks?
(Shaft!)
You're damn right
Who is the man
that would risk his neck for his brother man?
(Shaft!)
Can ya dig it?
Who's the cat that won't cop out
when there's danger all about
(Shaft!)
Right on
You see this cat Shaft is a bad mother--
(Shut your mouth)
But I'm talkin' about Shaft
(Then we can dig it)
He's a complicated man
but no one understands him but his woman
(John Shaft)


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