Na**au's gone funky
Na**au's gone soul
We've got a dog on 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 skirt
Maxi skirts
And afro-headed 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 dog on beat now
We gonna take care of business too
Listen to the drummer, lay down his beat
Listen to the ba** man play that same groovy beat
Attend the guitars if that sounds so tuned
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
And london town
Is too dog on cold, too cold, hey
Na**au's got sunshine
And this you all know
But we all go funky
We got some soul
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