Na**au's gone funky
Na**au's gone soul
We've got a doggone beat now
We gonna call our very own
Na**au rock and Na**au roll
Na**au's got a whole lotta soul
Huh
Feel alright
Mini skirts, maxi skirts
And afro-haired dudes
People doin' their own thing
They don't care 'bout me or you
Na**au's gone funky
Na**au's gone soul
And we've got a doggone beat now
We gonna take care of business too
Listen to ze drummer, lay down his beat
Listen to ze ba** man, play zat same groovy beat
Attend the guitars is that soulsome tune
L'organ aussi, et les horns, oui, oui, hors
Funky Na**au, Na**au funky
Alors, puis-je jouier s'il vous plait
New York you know, has got a lot of soul, soul
And London Town is too doggone cold, too cold, hey
Na**au's got sunshine and this you all know, hey
But we all go funky, we got some soul, too, yeah
Yeah-yo, yeah-yo
Yeah-yo, yeah-yo
Trumpet, encore une fois
Funky Na**au, funky Na**au
Funky Na**au, funky Na**au
Funky Na**au, funky Na**au
Funky Na**au, funky Na**au
Hit me