Funkadelic - P.E. Squad/DooDoo Chasers ("Going All-The-Way Off" instrumental) lyrics

The world is a toll free toilet Our mouths neurological a**holes And psychologically speaking We're in a state of mental diarrhea Talking sh** a mile a minute Or in a state of constipated notions Can't think of nothin' but sh** And in this world of stinky futures sh**ty memories and constipated 19 now nows Emerges from the hiney of your head The doo doo chasers The Promentalsh**backwashpsychosisenemasquad The prune juice of the mind The doo doo chasers Friends of roto rooter Bringing you music to get your sh** together By the band in the tidy bowl of your brain (What was that long word again Promental?) A musical bowel movement Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea Social bullsh** Crazy do-loops Mental poots They call us the unflushables One swipe a clean wipe (Go flush it, fellas) And what causes all of this sh**? What is the source of food for thought? Ego-munchies Images doggie bags Me burger with I sauce on it Me burger with I sauce on it A myself sandwich, a personal burger hamburger And a gla** of constricted cola Out to lunch with lunch meat The fear of being eaten by the sandwich The Promentalsh**backwashpsychosis The doo doo chasers Friends of roto rooter Music to clean your sh** by Low calorie logic Muscle brain Skinny brain Count the calories of your thoughts Funk, Confucius says Like Chinese laxatives Sweet and sour bowel movements And in this world of stinky memories sh**ty futures, 19 now nows constipated Like the prune juice of the mind The band in the tidy bowl of your brain Bringing you music to clean your sh** by Funk, the P-Preparation The mental musical bowel movement Groovalax One swipe a clean wipe And with no extra charge A psychological trend A neurological enema Holy sh** (Let me try one crap) Corpolite Prehistoric doo doo Helping you get your sh** together Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal We bring you the doo doo chasers (Which one is George Clinton?) Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again The fear of being eaten by a sandwich Lunchville Where lunch is a nice time of day At least twice a week Fried Ice Cream is a reality (Which one is George Clinton?) Fried Ice cream is a reality Guess who's coming to lunch I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man Fried Ice Cream is a reality Fried Ice Cream is a reality Fried Ice Cream is a reality