George Clinton & The P-Funk Allstars - Fifi | Текст песни

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What is SOUL?
Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky

Fifi, she's got fetch fever.
She's a golden. She's a retriever.
You can throw a fit and shell go get it and bring it back.
You'll never catch her flickin' fleas, ticks.

Don't tick her off, you see.
She's a bitch, with a bitch of an itch to scratch.

Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky

Extend your hand and I will lick it.
Toss a stick, I will go fetch it.
For just a bone, I'll be forever in your favor.

Fifi, she's a go-getter.
Get thrown off track and you go get her.
Backtrack, pickin' the trail back up.
She brings em' back.
It's been that way since she was a pup.
Something's thrown and she picks it up.
They threw a party.
She went and got it, and brought it back.
Fifi's hot.
But then she's not in heat,
hot as the burning sand.
Those who know, know for sure.,
Fifi always gets her dope man.

Funky—We are Funky
Funky—We are Funky
They threw a party, she went and got it.

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