By the way, my name is Funk I am not of your world Hold still, baby, I won't do you no harm I think I'll be good to you
Like I said, I won't do you no harm I am Funkadelic Dedicated to the feeling of good And baby, I'm good at being good Let me play with your emotions For nothing is good unless you play with it
Yeah Fly on...Fly on, baby So...nasty! I didn't make the rules I follow them And what's so nasty about funky music? Heh, heh, feels good to me! Lord!
[Chorus: Eddie Hazel] Ba-ba ba ba ba Ba-ba ba ba ba Ba-ba ba ba bomp bomp buh buh buh buh bah! (x4)
[Verse 2: Eddie Hazel] Whoa! Yeah! Wait a minute Do you feel that? Lord...Lord, baby Fly on...Fly on, baby Let me kiss your mind
Let me slide a yard of tongue down your throat There's nothing wrong with that Merely a kiss Why is everyone afraid to say: Kiss me baby! (make it?)
Whoa, yeah Kiss me baby! Kiss me I like it like that I like it like that Owww!
Play with it, baby Play with it Play with your emotions Go ahead, brother Release all of those feelings
[Outro: Eddie Hazel] I recall, when I left a little town in North Carolina, I tried to escape this music. I said it was for the old country folks. I went to New York, got slick, got my hair made (heh-heh- heh-heh), I was cool. I was cool. But I had no groove, no groove. I had no groove. But now, fly on baby…Dig…Can you feel that baby? It’s called Funkadelic music. It will blow your funky mind