Title: Funk Riffs
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Artist: Various
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Tempo: 100 BPM
Tracks: 2
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Bars: 39

Lyric

Atkin-James

I wanna talk about some guys with glitter on their eyes and cute lips
It's an all-purpose noise that's already put the boys in the chips
If you're talkin' about pre-teen sex your talkin' 'bout Black Funk Rex

Black Funk Rex are cuddly as rabbits
They drone about elves and they drool about hobbits
But their warmed-over whimsicality hardly inhibits
Their wide repertoire of nauseating habits

And when the amplifiers roar
They sound like fairies waging atomic war

They got one riff to their name
Which isn't to their shame
'Cause the secret of their fame
And the basis of the game
Is that every song's the same
And when the bass booms down there
Like a constipated bear
Breaking wind inside its lair
Perspiration fills your hair
And the lead shrieks up here
Till it fills your mind with fear
That an electronic spear
Being hammered up your rear
Is coming out your ear
But the rhythm's got one lick
So flatulently slick
It's guaranteed to make you sick
And the drummer's got one stick
But he hits you like a kick
In the stomach from a hick
Serving ten years in the nick
And the singer is a prick
With a breath-bereaving trick
Of twitching like a chick
Who gives her bum a flick
Like a giant facial tick
And you couldn't call 'em quick
In fact they're thicker than a brick
But when they all turn up the wick
It brings the tots
Screaming up out of their prams and cots

Black Funk Rex is the music of tomorrow
Say it with pride though you hear it with sorrow
They're the Middle Earth between L.A. and EC4
And your middle ear has never suffered like this before

I'm talkin' 'bout some guys with glitter on their eyes and cute lips
It's an all-purpose noise that's already put the boys in the chips
If you're talkin' about pre-teen sex your talkin' 'bout Black Funk Rex