Take Your Dead Ass Home

Funkadelic

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    {spoken}
    (what about the woodpecker thing?)
    Yeah, they call me the kid
    Sexy man
    But I know nothing about the great big H
    I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day
    I never peeped to where she was coming from
    When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone"
    Then she made it perfectly clear
    With some inspiring words in a song, dig:

    {sung:}
    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!)
    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl)
    Ha, ha whoo-eee!

    There once was a man from Peru
    Who went to sleep in his canoe
    He was dreaming of Venus
    And took out his penis
    And woke up with a handfull of goo
    Put your foot on the rock!
    OK bye!
    Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2)

    There once was some freaks from L.A. (who)
    Who came to New York to play
    They was busted by the pussy posse
    And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
    Put your foot on the rock
    Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii!

    Well, flick-a my Bic, baby!

    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home
    (x5)
    Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic
    I'll come if you call

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    There once was a man from Peru
    Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!)
    He was dreaming of Fifi
    And took out his peepee
    And woke up with a handfull of goo
    Put your foot on the rock!
    Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh!

    There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?)
    Who came to New York to play (yeah?)
    They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?)
    And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

    There once was some freaks from L.A.
    Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty)
    They was busted by the pussy posse
    And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

    Get off your ass and jam!
    Oh they call me the kid
    Let's get it on, y'all

    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home (come on baby!)

    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home
    (x4)

    It's only rock n' roll

    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home
    (x5)

    Now, what did you say?

    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home
    (x6)
    {spoken:}
    (turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!)
    (We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody)
    (Y'all ready?)
    (Are you ready? I'm ready?)
    (Hit it!)

    {sung:}
    If you ain't gonna get it on
    Take your dead ass home
    (x15)
    (come here, ladies. Move in close!)

    Song details

    Composition: George Clinton, Garry Marshall Shider, B Worrell, and Glenn La Monte Goins

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