Let's Get Funky

She arrived on a Greyhound bus
 And she was young and so lean
 And she smelled like a smalltown church
 But she looked like a queen
 And I walked up and asked her name
 And she gave me a stare
 So i said will you marry me
 She just brushed at her hair
 She looked hungry and knew I was
 So she ate lunch with me
 Then she held out a greasy hand
 Rubbed the grease on my knee
 Maybe she's taken a vow of silence
 Maybe she's from some quiet island
 Or maybe she's scared of big city life, I don't know
 Maybe she's had a difficult life
 Oh c'mon baby just a word
 Just a syllable or two
 Take your pick, say a word
 Any word at all will do
 "Let's get funky"
 Well she's moved in with me, I guess
 We get funky a lot
 But she still doesn't say a lot
 Still she knows what she wants
 Lyrics posted by Richard T. Williams (Rex)
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 July 1995