Parliament Dr. Funkenstein

Woa. They say the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill. So call me The Big Pill.
Dr. Funkenstein, the disco king with the monster sound.
The cool ghoul with the bump transplant.

[Hip bone connected to my thigh bone.
My thigh bone connected to my leg bone.
My leg bone connected to my ankle bone.]

I get get so hung up on bones. Dr. Funkenstein here.

[Preoccupied and dedicated to the preservation of the motion of hips.]

Chorus:
We love to funk you, Funkenstein.
Your funk is the best!
Take my body and give it the mind to funk with the rest.
Hit me with The One and then,
If you like hit me again.
We love to Funk-enstein.


[Dr. Funkenstein. King of the Funk, yeah.]
Swift limping, ego trippin' and body snatchin'.
[I'll blow yo' mind.]
Comin' to you directly from the Mothership.
Pulling of the last leg of the P-Funk.

Well alright.
Dr. Funkenstein, yeah. Gon' funk with yo' mind.

Chorus:
We love to funk you, Funkenstien.
Your funk is the best!
Take my body and give it the mind to funk with the rest.
Hit me with The One and then,
If you like hit me again.
We love to Funk-enstein.

Now microbiologically speaking,
When I start churnin', burnin', and churnin'...
[It'll make yo' atoms move so fast,
Expanding yo' molecules. Causing a friction fire.
Burning you on you your neutrons.
Causing you to scream,
"Hit me in the proton. Baby"]

Hit me with The One and then,
If you like hit me again.
We love to Funk-enstein.

I hope y'all got yo' sunglasses on out there.