Lyrics
Funkytown, nasty
(Hey, listen to the man)
Yeah, I'm the Godfather (baby)
People, people
We got to get over
Before we go under
People, people
We got to get over
Before we go under
Hey, country
Didn't say what you meant
Just changed
Brand new funky President
Stock market going up
Jobs going down
And ain't no funking
Jobs to be found
Taxes keep going up
I changed from a glass
Now I drink out of a paper cup
It's getting bad
People, people
We got to get over
Before we go under
Listen to me
Let's get together and raise
Let's get together
And get some land
Raise our food like the man
Save our money like the Mob
Put up a fight down on the job
Tell em, Godfather
Turn up your funk motor
Get down and praise the Lord
Get sexy, sexy
Get funky and dance
Love me, baby, love me nice
Don't make it once
Can you make it twice
I like it
People, people
We got to get over
Before we go under
People, people
Well, well, well
Before we go under
Turn on your funk motor
I know it's tough
Turn on your funk motor
Until you get enough
Hey, give yourself a
Chance to come through
Tell yourself, I can
Do what you can do
Hey, listen to the man
I'm the Godfather
Payback, cold-blooded
Lyrics courtesy Top40db.
People, people
People, people
Hey, people, people
Don't you see what's going on
People, people
We got to get together
Get on the good foot
Change it, yeah
Got to get together
And get some land
Raise our food just like the man
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I got to say it again
We got to get together
And buy some land
Raise our food just like the man
Save our money, do like the Mob
Put up your fight right on the job
We gotta get over
Before we go under
Time's getting short, Lord
Country, do you know
Just what I meant
We just changed, we got
A brand new funky President
I need to be the Mayor
So I could change
Some things around here
I need to be the Governer
I need to be the Governer
