Fred Wesley - The Pinocchio Theory lyrics

Ev-er funkin' on baba This is the world's funkiest sing-a-long Sing! R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S Rubber fans and funk-a-teers R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S Rubber fans and funk-a-teers Well! These good old days, these days Ev-er funkin' on baba Oh yeah, this is the Pinocchio theory Don't fake the funk or your nose'll grow, sing! R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S Rubber fans and funk-a-teers R-U-B-B-E-R B-A-N-D We're the rubber band, and we're fonk-kay! Uh the better to funk you my dear You ask why my funk is so long? They call me the long song baba Somebody been funkin' with my funk Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up (Don't funk with my funk) Somebody been sleepin' with my funk Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up Sing! Oh Somebody been messin' with my funk (Leave my funk alone) Funkin' round funkin' with it till they funk it up Talk to me baba Ev-er funkin' on baba R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S Rubber fans and funk-a-teers (Sing along, long song baba) R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S Rubber fans and funk-a-teers (Uh the better to funk you my dear) Well! These good old days, these days I want to funk with you Just want to funk with you I want to funk with you Just want to funk with you (We're so fonk-kay) I want to funk with you Just want to funk with you I want to funk with you Just want to funk with you Well now I just think It's just time for me to huff and puff And just blow your stuff in, baba Ev-er funking on baba You say why my funk so long? The better to funk you my dear They call me the long song baba Well! These good old days, these days Keep a lookin' keep bookin' One day you're gonna find it baby Ev-er funking on baba I am the long song Hi-di-ho the long song baba Up, up and away Hop out Well! These good old days, these days Keep a lookin' keep bookin' One day you're gonna find it baby Uh this is the Pinocchio theory baba You fake the funk Your nose got to grow Sing! R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S (Talk to me baba) Rubber fans and funk-a-teers R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S (Don't fake the funk) Rubber fans and funk-a-teers I think I'll multiply and do it to you from all sides Well! These good old days, these days (Divide me baba) Keep a lookin' keep bookin' One day you're gonna find it baby (Watch out) Ev-er funking on baba Got you surrounded in my cord, hit me! Well! (Huh!) These good old days, these days (Stranded baba) Keep a lookin' keep bookin' One day you're gonna find it baby ‘Scuse me Motor booty baba I'll tune you up, I got to stroke ya R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S (Ev-er funkin' on baba) Rubber fans and funk-a-teers R-U-B-B-E-R F-A-N-S Rubber fans and funk-a-teers (Hi-de-o Silver) Well! (I'm in the outs) These good old days, these days Keep a lookin' keep bookin' One day you're gonna find it baby Just talkin' to myself This is the Pinocchio theory, you know baba Don't fake the funk or your nose got to grow baba