Lyrics

ALL FUNKED UP
Words and Music by Ric Cabot Podmore

She's a little hottie and she's kinda naughty
Oh, if you know what I mean;
A sassy kind of classy with just a pinch of nasty
Yea, she's got the right recipe;
Ever since I laid eyes on her,
I've been nothin' but a total wreck;
And now I'm actin' crazy, starry-eyed and hazy
Beginning of end, I suspect;
I don't know what happened 'round here
But boy, let me tell you what...

She's got me all funked up, she's got me all funked up,
I've got to say it with an "n"
So I don't offend anyone

Once upon a long time before I lost my mind
And I had the lay of the land;
I was downin' shooters from Twin Peaks down to Hooters
Women eatin' out of my hand;
Every night somethin' new to report,
Every morning breakin' yesterday's news
But now that ship is sinkin', I don't know what I'm thinkin'
I couldn't be more confused
I'm don't know what happened 'round here
But boy, let me tell you what...

She's got me all funked up, she's got me all funked up,
I've got to say it with an "n"
So I don't offend anyone
She's got me all funked up, she's got me all funked up,
For the sake of my mom
I won't drop the real bomb even once
She's got me all funked up -

Don't ya know, don't ya know this ain't how I roll,
Don't ya know, don't ya know I'm losing control;

I'm don't know what happened 'round here
But boy, let me tell you what...
She's a little hottie and she's kinda naughty
Oh, she's the girl of my dreams...