Behold! I am Funkadelic I am not of your world But fear me not I will do you no harm Loan me your funky mind And I shall play with it For nothing is good unless you play with it And all that is good is nasty Fly on baby Come to (Hit this hit this hit this right here. Louaisana red, no brain... this funky, this funky man. Funkadelic, Detroit purple is good. Some orange haze here, some orange haze man, yeah. You dig it? This ain't purple. (coughing)) What is soul? I don't know, huh Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes Yeah What is soul? (Hehhehheh) I don't know Huh Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub What is soul? I don't know Huh, uh Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada (ah, ah) Lalalala ladada What is soul? Man, I don't know, huh Soul is rusty ankles and ashy kneecaps (oh yeah) What is soul? Man, I don't know Soul is chitlins foo yung (Chop chop chop) (...oh, tell 'em, brother!) What is soul Man, I told ya, I don't know Huh Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes Oh get on down now! Yeah Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada Lalalala ladada Boo boo boo boo boom Oh yeah Boo boo boo boo boom Oh yeah Boo boo boo boo boom Oh yeah Soul soul soul A joint rolled in toilet paper Heh heh heh Oh yeah, right on Yeah Yeah, yeah Soul is you Soul is you, baby (hey Calvin, it's the same damn thing) Soul is you, big mama