Album Of The Year #1 Funkateer

Lyrics

Oh, my dear Bootsy blasting up in your ear I'm your number one Funkateer Givin' you the album of the year Hot diggity dog Hang on like QuickStraw, yeah Get down to the raw Hot diggity dog Yeah, dig! It's our constitutional duty To uplift our natural beauty Don't you wanna party? Girl, we're goin' to party like this Get down with your bad ass Move it all around and make it (Make it) If you're giving what you got, you gave it (Gave it) Now you get your chance to take it (Take it) You're a winner in your own disguise Never did you compromise But, calm down don't get upset (Say what?) All you need is just a little respect (Well, that's right) The album of the year Number one Funkateer It's not just a dream, it's our theme song, baby girl The album of the year Number one Funkateer I'm a winner, I'm not beginner I'm the best that you'll ever know Soft like a butterfly (Say what?), you sting like a bee (Okay) You're colder than the coldest cold You ain't got nothing on me I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up steel (She in the kitchen, she cookin' up steel) I'm in the race, and I'm ready to kill Bang, bang! We got fries, we got popcorn Shining bright just like a star I have no fear, Bootdullivan is here, baby! We got fries (We got fries), we got popcorn Don't you wanna party? (Wind me up!) Girl, we're goin' to party like this (Hey yo, Bootsy!) Oh, my dear There's 10 to 20 girls coming up from the rear They be hangin' backstage And one after another they become of age Yes, I gotta make it clear This is my album of the year And if you wanna be the number one Funkateer Just put it on the One, then bring up the rear Album of the year Number one Funkateer I have no fear, Bootdullivan is here, baby! Album of the year Number one Funkateer I'm a winner, I'm not beginner I'm the best that you've ever known Oh, my God (It's about to get funky) Oh, my God Oh, my God Wave your hands and drop your funk This ain't about money, 'cause we know time's runnin' Put a tip in your hip, if you wanna trip Come on over to the Mothership We got fries, we got popcorn Shining bright just like a star (Twinkle, twinkle monster) We got fries, we got popcorn Don't you wanna party? Girl, we're goin' to party like this Bootzilla Bootzilla