------------------------------------------------------------------------------ FUNK SHUI (c) Greene/Madsen (Best of Breed Music/ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Space is the place, and you gotta clear it You got to spacify - cause a funky nature loves a vacuum Hoover! put the house plants by the window Kirby - clap in the corner, put the four four on the floor floor by the door door that's right - unstick the stuck stuck energy All right now, hang that back beat on the wall to the right a little, up a little, down a little, down a little No! up a little, not in the middle, you gotta listen for the ancient Chinese riddle, never in the middle, no no You got to find that funky funk shui way, you got to find that funk shui You got to find that funky funk shui way, you got to find that funk shui Colors drippin' down the wall, endless mirrors in the hall space and time are curvin' slow, feel that funk shui on the toe Yiin and Yang, Tom and Jerry, Smith and Hawken, Crate and Barrel Put a yellow Andre Couch against that wall at your own peril Don't let your clutter get caught in your wrecked angle The penta, the hexa, the octa, they're more than gone, they're out of sight Over here the bowl of fruit - over there the croissant light and flaky Art and craft, art deco, art nouveau? - No! Art Blakey Water, earth, wind and fire - I wanta, want to take you higher Down to the basement we go bumpty bumpty bump - Ikea Colors drippin' down the wall, endless mirrors in the hall space and time are curvin' slow, feel that funk shui on the toe Funka funk funk funk funka funk, funka funk funka funk My living room .... was not coming together It was chaos. My mother had come to visit, she'd moved the love seat, added bric a brac and antimacassars, doilies, coasters, Kincaids I had to call the funky founding father, the first brother, George ..... Clinton He knows funk, he knows interiors, he showed me intelligent design He said "What's with the draperies? what you need is shades." Whoa, so obvious, top to bottom in that big house we got the energy moving cleared out the mother ship - Papa got a brand new Barcolounger Murphy bed? ancient relic. Now I sleep on a Temperpedic funk-a-delic - Night Train Park your slip in mules outside, don't get cutesy with those bootsies You scuff the floor I have to get on up with my wax machine Colors drippin' down the wall, endless mirrors in the hall space and time are curvin' slow, feel that funk shui on the toe Turn up the fire, turn down the lights, hand me my brandy snifter enough with the funk, dial up the Drifters Could you just turn those singing bowls down a little? Is that the Shiatsu button? or the Swedish? anyway ...... that's nice .......
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