Artist: funkadelic
Song: what is soul
Behold, I am Funkadelic
I am not of your world
But fear me not
I will do you no harm
Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it
For nothing is good, unless you play with it
And all that is good is nasty
Fly on, baby [Incomprehensible]
Some orange haze, orange haze, it ain't purple now more
What is soul?
I don't know
Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes
What is soul?
I don't know
Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub
What is soul?
I don't know
Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper
What is soul?
Man, I don't know
Soul is rusty ankles and ashy kneecaps, oh yeah
What is soul?
Man, I don't know
Soul is chitins foo yung, chop chop
Oh, tell 'em, brother
What is soul
Man, I told ya, I don't know
Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes
Oh, get on down now, yeah
Soul, soul, soul
A joint rolled in toilet paper
Oh yeah, right on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Soul is you
Soul is you, baby
(Hey Calvin, it's the same damn thing)
Soul is you, big mama
