Текст песни: Feelin' Funkae + перевод

God’s on the atmosphone, choking on a chicken bone

George is in the bramble rows, stroking Martha’s furbelow

Cupid’s in the West Wing, fixing chitlins a la king

I’m on the tightrope, trying to knit myself a net…

I’m squeezing electricity

From pure serendipitogenicity

A bubble bleeding anarchy

Troublesome and double-dealing Bumblebee Roulette

I’m feelin' FUNKAE

Feelin' fine

Do that dance, do that dance, do the dance for me

The one where you played with the gravity

Scooping up the bell peppers in style

You’re my cup of chamomile

Enraptured by the fruit in your navel

I stole the freaky seeds from your bedside table

And planted 'em upside down from the ceiling

They burrowed through the bathosphere and now I’m feeling…

FUNKAE

Feelin' fine

Why trap your mind within your body when you know your body’s sinking?

One unprimatical sabbatical 'll radicalize your thinking

How can you generate a sonnet when you’re one of a million monkeys?

Some psychosophical banana should be summoning you to get FUNKAE…

Get my sweetmeats out the cupboard, Mrs. Bloomstench

Bust out the custard and we’ll spelunk with the monkeywrench

My bothered boysenberry, I find it necessary

To plumb the Ben-and-Jerry depths of your mind…

You suit me FUNKAE

Suits me fine

What kind of wack megalomania is skinny-dipping in your system?

Traipse off to Transcendentylvania and get with the New Soul Wisdom

Shake off that cerebello-succubus who monitors all that you do

Feed your avuncular homunculus a nugget of funk-fried voodoo…

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