My Funky Band

Woo

Talkin' 'bout a soul brother
Soul brother number one, now
James Brown has got a bad band
That they say is a son of a gun, now

Now, I like to give credit
I like to tell it like it is, now
To make a long story short
I want you to understand, now
My name is Syl Johnson
And I dig my funky band, now

Come on, band
Alright
Look out, band

I wanna tell you somethin'
Somethin' you might not know, now
Without a man on the stand
There just ain't no show, now, listen
Now, the one in the spotlight
Gets all the attention
But the man on the stand
Is seldom mentioned, now, listen

Now, I'll repeat this again
And I want you to all understand, now
My name is Syl Johnson, baby
And I dig my funky band, now

Come on, band
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Bring it on down, now
Alright, bring it on down
Way down low, now
I'd like to tell everybody
How we get this funky, funky sound, now
First, we start with the rhythm
And build a funky, groovin' groove
Now, give me a little rhythm, come on
Alright

Now, let me hear the horns play, now
Alright, now, good there, come on

Sounds so good, now
Everybody, clap your hands
Everybody, come on
Come on and clap your hands, now