I was strung out on Bach And Beethoven was my thing I dug jazz, I dug rock Anything with a swing Then I ran into a friend who told me there was so much more Find the void that you missed There is plenty to explore We want to take you, Cholly, when we go (You want to take me?) We'd like to take you, Cholly, when we roll (Well, if you'd play me just a little bit more) But if we play you just a little more We'd love to take you, Cholly, when we go Funk, gettin' ready to go Funk gettin' ready to roll (what?) Funk, gettin' ready to go Funk gettin' ready to roll Funk gettin' ready to roll gettin' ready to go? No, they can't do that Funk gettin' ready to go Funk gettin' ready to roll Funk gettin' ready to go Funk gettin' ready to roll I would dance, I would sing, I could get lost in my dreams I would fly, but never too high 'Cause my funk deserted me Now that the door is open wide And all my funk just can't hide With the syndrome left behind No, my funk just can't hide We like to take you, Cholly, when we go We like to take you, Cholly, when we roll (They promise they would play one more time) We'd like to take you, Cholly