Once there was a funky child
Who was told a terrible, terrible lie
They said to him
"Hey funky child, your funkiness
Will soon decline"
"Why?" Asked the funky child
"Cause you're Asian" said the other guys
"You Asian boys will never be...
Anymore, or less funky"
The funky child could not believe
The ignorance, such blasphemy!
He made it a mission that funky child
To be the funkiest
Of all mankind
The funky child went to study
Of rhythmic and melodic properties
Eddie, Sco, Miles and Herbie
The Jackson 5, Ray, and Stevie
Don't you worry funky child
Strum your guitar and close your eyes
Don't worry 'bout those funkin' guys
You'll be the man that they despise
The funky child with his mission on hand
Grew up to be
A very funky man
With his new skills of which he acquired
The whole crowd went
"Goddamn!"
The guys from before went to the child
And oh so sincerely apologized
"It's all good"
Said the funky child
And after they shook hands
They jammed
Don't you worry funky child
Strum your guitar and close your eyes
Don't worry 'bout those funkin' guys
You'll be the man that they despise
Don't you worry funky child
Strum your guitar and close your eyes
Don't worry 'bout those funkin' guys
You'll be the man that they despise