So wide can't get around it
So low you can't get under it
So high you can't get over it
Da-yee do do do do do do
This is a chance
Dance your way
Out of your constrictions
(Tell sugah)
Here's a chance to dance our way
Out of our constrictions
Gonna be freakin'!
Up and down
Hang up alley way
With the groove our only guide
We shall all be moved
Ready or not here we come
Gettin' down on the one which we believe in
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Feet don't fail me now
Give you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now
Do you promise to funk?
The whole funk, nothin' but the funk
Ready or not here we come
Gettin' down on the one which we believe in
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constrictions
(Do do dee oh doo)
(You can dance away)
Feet don't fail me now (ha ha)
Here's a chance to dance
Our way out of our constrictions
Gonna be groovin' up and down
Hang up alley way
Groove our only guide
We shall all be moved
Feet don't fail me now (ha ha)
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constrictions
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk
Nothin' but the funk
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Do you promise to funk?
Hah
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk?
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk? Nothin' but the funk
You can't stop us now
George Clinton And The Funkadelics - One Nation Under a Groove Album Lyrics
George Clinton And The Funkadelics - One Nation Under a Groove Lyrics
- One Nation Under A Groove
- Groovallegiance
- Who Says A Funk Band Cant Play Rock
- Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers)
- Into You
- Cholly (Funk Getting Ready To Roll!)
- Maggot Brain/Chant (Think It Ain't Illegal Yet!)
- Lunchmeataphobia (Think! It Ain't Illegal Yet!)
- P.E. Squad/Doo Doo Chasers
Writer: Garry Shider, George Clinton, Walter Morrison
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Groovallegiance
Bout that time
They asked me where was I going
Ya know
I, said, well
You have to be reasonable
So you know
I've never been away from home before
And, uh, besides
They gave me a good deal
And I think that, uh
Funkadelica is
You know, the nation,
Uh, you know, I would like to, live under
(What in the world is this boy talking about?)
Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Uh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk
Of da United Funk of Funkadelica
I pledge groovallegiance to the flag
Of funky, funky, funkadelica, yeah
(What)
Who
With the united funk we can fly!
For if our cause was unjust
We couldn't bring this funk to you.
So we feel that it's a must
It is something we should do
Let me take you by the hand
And spread the funk across the land
It's not hard to understand
Headin' for the master plan...
Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
(Oh yeah)
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Oh Yea-Hoo
Dey do do do da funk
Do da funk-de e de dee
Pardon me, but I can tell
We know each other very well
Take my funk and let it grow
And then we'll funk some more
Please come on, come all to the funk
Let your feelings grow as one
Join this nation, you will see
That we can make you free
Dip-Dip de-diddy-de-dep-dee
Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Do dey, do dey funk?
Oh yeah
Do dey funk
Un, hum
So if you just take the time
You'd see we need to draw the line
When we do I'm sure you'll find
That we come to free your mind
Oh yeah
Do-doop--doop do-do-wow
Doobie-doobie-doop-do-wow
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk and
Nothing but the funk
Go funk-um
They asked me where was I going
Ya know
I, said, well
You have to be reasonable
So you know
I've never been away from home before
And, uh, besides
They gave me a good deal
And I think that, uh
Funkadelica is
You know, the nation,
Uh, you know, I would like to, live under
(What in the world is this boy talking about?)
Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Uh, dey funk, well dey funk, today funk
Of da United Funk of Funkadelica
I pledge groovallegiance to the flag
Of funky, funky, funkadelica, yeah
(What)
Who
With the united funk we can fly!
For if our cause was unjust
We couldn't bring this funk to you.
So we feel that it's a must
It is something we should do
Let me take you by the hand
And spread the funk across the land
It's not hard to understand
Headin' for the master plan...
Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
(Oh yeah)
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Oh Yea-Hoo
Dey do do do da funk
Do da funk-de e de dee
Pardon me, but I can tell
We know each other very well
Take my funk and let it grow
And then we'll funk some more
Please come on, come all to the funk
Let your feelings grow as one
Join this nation, you will see
That we can make you free
Dip-Dip de-diddy-de-dep-dee
Pledge a groovallegiance to the funk
The United Funk of Funkadelica
Do dey, do dey funk?
Oh yeah
Do dey funk
Un, hum
So if you just take the time
You'd see we need to draw the line
When we do I'm sure you'll find
That we come to free your mind
Oh yeah
Do-doop--doop do-do-wow
Doobie-doobie-doop-do-wow
Do you promise to funk, the whole funk and
Nothing but the funk
Go funk-um
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Who Says A Funk Band Cant Play Rock
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
We really love to play
We're in the mood to sing, yeah
Won't you take the time to get the music on your mind?
We'll release you from the bind, yeah, yeah
We've been around for such a while
Be kinda hard not to have a style
When times get slower by the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth one, two, three, four, five
People think 'cause we are here
Our jazz ran out, the ship won't steer no more
We picked up on the rhythm here
If you just take a toot and have a beer
We're gonna make it clear
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
We never take a chance
Music is our one romance, yeah
May I have this dance?
Give it a chance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
We really love to play
We're in the mood to sing, yeah
Won't you take the time to get the music on your mind?
We'll release you from the bind, yeah, yeah
We've been around for such a while
Be kinda hard not to have a style
When times get slower by the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth one, two, three, four, five
People think 'cause we are here
Our jazz ran out, the ship won't steer no more
We picked up on the rhythm here
If you just take a toot and have a beer
We're gonna make it clear
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
We never take a chance
Music is our one romance, yeah
May I have this dance?
Give it a chance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance, watch them dance
Writer: George Clinton Jr., Michael Hampton, Walter Junie Morrison
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing
Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers)
The world is a toll-free toilet
Our mouths neurological assholes
And psychologically speaking
We're in a state of mental diarrhea
Talking shit a mile a minute
Or in a state of constipated notions
Can't think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of
Stinky futures, shitty memories and
Constipated 19 now-nows
Emerges from the hiney of your head
The doo doo chasers
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
The prune juice of the mind
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long word again-Promental?)
Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
A musical bowel movement
Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social bullshit
Crazy doo doo
Mental poots
(What was that again?)
They call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)
And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchin'
Religious doggie bags
A My burger with I sauce on it
A Me burger with I sauce on it
A myself sandwich
A personal burger
A me Hamburger
And a glass of constricted cola
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Music to clean your shit by
Low calorie logic
Muscle brains
Skinny brains
Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius say
Like Chinese laxatives
Sweet and sour bowel movements
And in this world of stinking memories
Stankin memories
Shitty futures
19 now nows-constipated-like
Emerges the Doo Doo Chasers
The prune juice of the mind
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe, clean wipe
And with no extra charge
A psychological turd remover
A neurological enema
Holy Shit
(let me try one-crap)
Coprolites
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit 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
And 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!
Our mouths neurological assholes
And psychologically speaking
We're in a state of mental diarrhea
Talking shit a mile a minute
Or in a state of constipated notions
Can't think of nothin' but shit
And in this world of
Stinky futures, shitty memories and
Constipated 19 now-nows
Emerges from the hiney of your head
The doo doo chasers
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
The prune juice of the mind
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long word again-Promental?)
Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
A musical bowel movement
Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social bullshit
Crazy doo doo
Mental poots
(What was that again?)
They call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)
And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchin'
Religious doggie bags
A My burger with I sauce on it
A Me burger with I sauce on it
A myself sandwich
A personal burger
A me Hamburger
And a glass of constricted cola
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Music to clean your shit by
Low calorie logic
Muscle brains
Skinny brains
Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius say
Like Chinese laxatives
Sweet and sour bowel movements
And in this world of stinking memories
Stankin memories
Shitty futures
19 now nows-constipated-like
Emerges the Doo Doo Chasers
The prune juice of the mind
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe, clean wipe
And with no extra charge
A psychological turd remover
A neurological enema
Holy Shit
(let me try one-crap)
Coprolites
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit 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
And 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!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Into You
Into you now
(x3)
Into you, my people
I can't get into the neutron bomb
I can't get into something that will do me some harm
I can't get into a drug addict principle
I can't get into something that would close the door
If it's right, it's all right for you now
If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho
Any night you'll be uptight until you find
That the wrong and the right are within your mind
Into you now
(x4)
Into you, my people
Into you now
Imagine me
Into you now
Into you
Into you now
My heart
Into you, my people
I can't get into the poisoned land
I can't get into something I don't understand
I can't into a bad romance
I can't get into a love that ends in a chance
If it's right, it's all right with you now
If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho
Any night you'll be uptight until you find
That the wrong and the right are within your mind
(repeat)
Into you now
(x3)
Into you, my people
And you into me
(x3)
Into you, my people
I can't get into the neutron bomb
I can't get into something that will do me some harm
I can't get into a drug addict principle
I can't get into something that would close the door
If it's right, it's all right for you now
If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho
Any night you'll be uptight until you find
That the wrong and the right are within your mind
Into you now
(x4)
Into you, my people
Into you now
Imagine me
Into you now
Into you
Into you now
My heart
Into you, my people
I can't get into the poisoned land
I can't get into something I don't understand
I can't into a bad romance
I can't get into a love that ends in a chance
If it's right, it's all right with you now
If it's right, it's all right for me now, yo-ho
Any night you'll be uptight until you find
That the wrong and the right are within your mind
(repeat)
Into you now
(x3)
Into you, my people
And you into me
Writer: O'SHEA JACKSON, DARRELL L. JOHNSON, GEORGE CLINTON, JR., WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, WALTER MORRISON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Cholly (Funk Getting Ready To Roll!)
I was strung out on Bach
And Beethoven was my thing
I dug jazz, I dug rock
Anything with a swing
Then I ran into a friend who told me there was so much more
Find the void that you missed
There is plenty to explore
We want to take you, Cholly, when we go
(You want to take me?)
We'd like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(Well, if you'd play me just a little bit more)
But if we play you just a little more
We'd love to take you, Cholly, when we go
Funk, gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll (what?)
Funk, gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to roll gettin' ready to go?
No, they can't do that
Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
I would dance, I would sing,
I could get lost in my dreams
I would fly, but never too high
'Cause my funk deserted me
Now that the door is open wide
And all my funk just can't hide
With the syndrome left behind
No, my funk just can't hide
We like to take you, Cholly, when we go
We like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(They promise they would play one more time)
We'd like to take you, Cholly
And Beethoven was my thing
I dug jazz, I dug rock
Anything with a swing
Then I ran into a friend who told me there was so much more
Find the void that you missed
There is plenty to explore
We want to take you, Cholly, when we go
(You want to take me?)
We'd like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(Well, if you'd play me just a little bit more)
But if we play you just a little more
We'd love to take you, Cholly, when we go
Funk, gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll (what?)
Funk, gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to roll gettin' ready to go?
No, they can't do that
Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
I would dance, I would sing,
I could get lost in my dreams
I would fly, but never too high
'Cause my funk deserted me
Now that the door is open wide
And all my funk just can't hide
With the syndrome left behind
No, my funk just can't hide
We like to take you, Cholly, when we go
We like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(They promise they would play one more time)
We'd like to take you, Cholly
Writer: GEORGE CLINTON, JR., WALTER MORRISON, WILLIAM(BOOTSY) EARL COLLINS
Copyright: Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC
Maggot Brain/Chant (Think It Ain't Illegal Yet!)
Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
For y'all have knocked her up
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit
Go on, Maggot Brain
Go on, Maggot Brain
For y'all have knocked her up
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit
Go on, Maggot Brain
Go on, Maggot Brain
Writer: Eddie Hazel, George Jr. Clinton
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing
Lunchmeataphobia (Think! It Ain't Illegal Yet!)
Ohh
Look out
Yeah
Think! It ain't illegal yet
Think! It ain't illegal yet
Instincts, Ain't illegal yet
A mind's a terrible thing to waste
Think it ain't illegal yet
And here come the thought police
Look out
Somebody said I had an illegal expresion on my face
???
Think! It ain't illegal yet
???
Ohh
Think
Think! It ain't illegal yet
Instincts, Ain't illegal yet
Think! Think! It ain't illegal yet
???
Look out
Yeah
Think! It ain't illegal yet
Think! It ain't illegal yet
Instincts, Ain't illegal yet
A mind's a terrible thing to waste
Think it ain't illegal yet
And here come the thought police
Look out
Somebody said I had an illegal expresion on my face
???
Think! It ain't illegal yet
???
Ohh
Think
Think! It ain't illegal yet
Instincts, Ain't illegal yet
Think! Think! It ain't illegal yet
???
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
One Nation Under a Groove is the tenth studio album by American funk rock band Funkadelic, released on September 22, 1978, on Warner Bros. Records. Recording sessions took place at United Sound Studio in Detroit, with one song recorded live on April 15, 1978, at the Monroe Civic Center in Monroe, Louisiana. The album was the first album to include keyboardist and frequent songwriter Walter "Junie" Morrison.
One Nation Under a Groove was Funkadelic's most commercially successful album, reaching number 1 on the Billboard Magazine Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, number 16 on the Billboard 200, and being certified platinum in the US. It reached number 58 in Canada. It was praised by critics, and appears in several "best album" lists. It was featured on Vibe magazine's 100 Essential Albums of the 20th Century and 51 Essential Albums lists.
The album was ranked number 177 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time in both 2003 and 2012 editions, before moving to number 360 in the 2020 edition. The album is listed as one of the 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
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George Clinton And The FunkadelicsOne Nation Under a Groove was Funkadelic's most commercially successful album, reaching number 1 on the Billboard Magazine Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, number 16 on the Billboard 200, and being certified platinum in the US. It reached number 58 in Canada. It was praised by critics, and appears in several "best album" lists. It was featured on Vibe magazine's 100 Essential Albums of the 20th Century and 51 Essential Albums lists.
The album was ranked number 177 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time in both 2003 and 2012 editions, before moving to number 360 in the 2020 edition. The album is listed as one of the 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
Genre(s): Funk, rock, R&B, black rock
Producer(s): George Clinton
Released: September 22nd, 1978
Year: 1978