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Say somethin´ social "What I wouldn´t eat if I wasn´t on a diet" Say somethin´ political "I´m dyin´ to eat it" Say somethin´ funky Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4) Where are the lumps in my funk A habit can be broken if you drop it You say you try to kick but you can´t stop it Biscuits good to the gravy when you sop Like drippin´ from Joe you can´t stop it Poppa died of a headache ´Cause he refused to be a cotton picker Read this on a bumper sticker And the gravy from greens is called pot liquor Just food for thought And would you like to say Enlightening baby Ah, let´s eat I don´t want to be a guru Or claim to be a preacher or a teacher Let me run something through to you I feel for ya, I hope I can reach ya Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya, yeah Whoa this is maximumisness Bringing you organic truth Food for thought According to the geneology of the P documents The shephard has pulled the wool over your eyes May I take your order Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4) Where are the lumps in my funk As it is so shall it be If being is what it´s about I is maximumisness Yoho This is freedom of information gettin´ funky History, mystery, prophecy, new age world philosophies Contemporary gossip has it that mother hubbard has a funk CIAIO as in P2 illuminating funk P.U. Food for thought The hearts and minds of men and nations Food for thought The great heresy, the non-believer, the infidel Food for thought And guess who´s coming to dinner Oh be quiet, what are you some kind of messiahship connection Shut up, play Herbie I am Sir Nose D´Voidoffunk, I will never dance I am the subliminal seducer And the freedom of information is too expensive for you I will never dance, I will never dance You lie
