The Chambers Brothers - Funky lyrics

Mama's in her kitchen She's stirrin' in a pot Daddy's sittin' waiting to see what she's got He's sitting by the fireplace with his hands on his Knees He looked around at mama said, "Hey, you better come See about me." Let's get funky Yea, get it on Right on Now every time I see you You know you're lookin' cool You're lookin' like you want to do it But, you ain't got the tools I wanna teach you somethin' that's not from the Golden Rule This is something baby that you can't learn in school Let's get funky Yea, get it on Right on Let's get funky, yea Baby, get it on Right on Right on Get it on, get it on Right on (Incomprehensible) Right on (Incomprehensible) Right on (Incomprehensible) Right on (Incomprehensible) Right on Do it, do it, do it Right on Da da da dat dat dat dat da da dat Da da da dat dat dat dat da da dat Da da da dat dat dat dat da da dat Whooo I know you had your trip down on funky broadway street But this is a diff'rent thing with a whole diff'rent Meaning It matters not where you been But where you wanna go If the music moves you just get on the floor And let's get funky Get it on Right on Let's get funky Baby, get it on Right on Right on Let's get funky Get it on Right on