The Pinocchio Theory

Ev-er funkin' on baba
 This is the world's funkiest sing-a-long
 Sing!
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 Well!
 These good old days, these days
 Ev-er funkin' on baba
 Oh yeah, this is the Pinocchio theory
 Don't fake the funk or your nose'll grow, sing!
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 R-U-B-B-E-R B-A-N-D
 We're the rubber band, and we're fonk-kay!
 Uh the better to funk you my dear
 You ask why my funk is so long?
 They call me the long song baba
 Somebody been funkin' with my funk
 Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up
 (Don't funk with my funk)
 Somebody been sleepin' with my funk
 Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up
 Sing! Oh
 Somebody been messin' with my funk
 (Leave my funk alone)
 Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up
 Talk to me baba
 Ev-er funkin' on baba
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 (Sing along, long song baba)
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 (Uh the better to funk you my dear)
 Well!
 These good old days, these days
 I want to funk with you
 Just want to funk with you
 I want to funk with you
 Just want to funk with you
 (We're so fonk-kay)
 I want to funk with you
 Just want to funk with you
 I want to funk with you
 Just want to funk with you
 Well now I just think
 It's just time for me to huff and puff
 And just blow your stuff in, baba
 Ev-er funking on baba
 You say why my funk so long?
 The better to funk you my dear
 They call me the long song baba
 Well!
 These good old days, these days
 Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
 One day you're gonna find it baby
 Ev-er funking on baba
 I am the long song
 Hi-di-ho the long song baba
 Up, up and away
 Hop out
 Well!
 These good old days, these days
 Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
 One day you're gonna find it baby
 Uh this is the Pinocchio theory baba
 You fake the funk
 Your nose got to grow
 Sing!
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 (Talk to me baba)
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 (Don't fake the funk)
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 I think I'll multiply and do it to you from all sides
 Well!
 These good old days, these days
 (Divide me baba)
 Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
 One day you're gonna find it baby
 (Watch out)
 Ev-er funking on baba
 Got you surrounded in my cord, hit me!
 Well! (Huh!)
 These good old days, these days
 (Stranded baba)
 Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
 One day you're gonna find it baby
 'Scuse me
 Motor booty baba
 I'll tune you up, I got to stroke ya
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 (Ev-er funkin' on baba)
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S
 Rubber fans and funk-a-teers
 (Hi-de-o Silver)
 Well!
 (I'm in the outs)
 These good old days, these days
 Keep a lookin' keep bookin'
 One day you're gonna find it baby
 Just talkin' to myself
 This is the Pinocchio theory, you know baba
 Don't fake the funk or your nose got to grow baba