Keep the lights down low Y'all wanna help me? Up stroke Y'all wanna help me? This is the up stroke Y'all wanna help me? Up stroke, uh Tell me that ain't funky I specialize in funk just to keep you satisfied Come on! Make some noise in A Josh Make some noise in A, oh Well, well, well Hear this Rock steady, baby, that's what I feel now Let's call this song exactly what it is Step and move your hips with a feeling from side to side Sit yourself down in your car and take a ride While you're moving, rock steady Rock steady, baby Now let's call this song exactly what it is (what is, what is, what is) It's a funky and lowdown feeling (what is) Move my hips from left to right (what is) What it is, is I might be doin' (what is) This funky dance all night, oh yeah Oh! Step and move your hips with a feeling from side to side Sit yourself down in your car and take a lil' ride While you be moving, rock steady Rock steady, baby Now let's call this song exactly what is (what is, what is, what is) It's a funky and lowdown feeling (what is) Move my hips from left to right (what is) What it is, is I might be doin' (what is) This funky dance all night, oh yes Oh! Okay! Rock steady Rock steady (shake it!) What it is (rock!) Oh, what it is y'all You know, what it is y'all What it is y'all (What is) It's a funky feeling (what is) Move my hips from left to right (what is) What it is, is I might be doin' (what is) This funky dance all night, oh yes! Steady Rock steady (huh?) Rock steady (sing it, sing it) Rock steady (come on!) Rock steady (sing it with me, come on!) Rock (come on!) Steady (oh, let me hear you!) Rock (come on!) Steady (under town!) Rock (under town!) Steady (under town!) Rock steady Send that down Six thirty y'all Send that down Six thirty y'all Six thirty y'all Six thirty y'all Oh! Yeah!

Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Kit Tom in the house, come on I'm goin' down to Alphabet Street I'm gonna crown... say what? (The first girl that I meet) I'm gonna talk so sexy She'll want me from my head to my feet Yeah, yeah, yeah Wooh (Hold on one, wait a minute) (Oh that's too funky) (No, you don't understand, you know) (Watch this, Josh, just play the bass, now watch this, watch this) (I got at, emh... I got them in my behind, I can't) (I can't even stand up straight) (Put the big drum waiting, come on) (I just can't) (And you know when you put the guitar on top you just gotta...) (Clap your hands) (Wooh) I'm gonna drive my daddy's Thunderbird A white rad ride, '66 so glam it's absurd I'm gonna put her in the back seat And drive her, yeah... to Tennessee Yeah, yeah, yeah Wooh You all hear that? () Turn it up, listen Excuse me, baby I don't mean to be rude But tonight I ain't in the mood But if you don't mind Could we... just watch? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, funky London Y'all say, "Oh, funky London" Y'all say... ("Oh, funky London") Y'all say... ("Oh, funky London") Maceo, come on! Turn the lights down low Wooh Gordon, why don't you move? Let's funk (Can I come up in the balcony?) (Don't make me come up there) Ooh (I'm feeling you too much noise) Break it down low Keep it going, Coleman Give me that back, Coleman, but just low You all like that? I don't believe it Let me hear you I like funky music, sing it (I like funky music) I can't hear it (I like funky music) I can't hear it (I like funky music) Now let's see the balcony, come on (I like funky music) (I like funky music) Girl, you need to come down here and dance with me (I like funky music) Wooh (I like funky music) I like funky music Upstairs say, "I like funky music" Say, you all, say, "I like funky music" Oh (I like funky music) Ooh (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music)

Mr. Mike Phillips (Just for me, the sexy people, just... snap your fingers, ooh) If you're lookin' for the man Who will walk away from responsibility I ain't the one If you're lookin' for the brother That'll treat you like anything but a natural queen I ain't the one If you're lookin' for a man That'll sweep you off your tired weary feet Take you anywhere you wanna go, baby Buy you anything you wanna eat Make love to you, child, each and every day of the week Look no further Oh, I am the one Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes Somebody clap your hands in the air, oh Yeah Somebody clap your hands in the air Well, yeah, yeah Let me talk, listen Oh, if you're lookin' for a man Take his money, keep it all to himself I ain't the one, no If you're lookin' for a man who will have 20 women And confuse 'em with his wealth I ain't the one, oh no If you're lookin' for a man who share his dinero Buy you half the town Treat you in every step, baby Like you were walkin' on holy ground When it comes, comes and gettin' low Oh, you know I gotta get on down Look no further, yeah, yeah I am the one Mr. Maceo Parker, show your love to London Yeah Woo (Y'all hear that?) (Da bda bda, da bda bda) Respect, ladies and gentlemen, Renato Neto Renato Neto