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George Clinton And The Funkadelics - Take Your Dead Ass Home Lyrics
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(What about the woodpecker thing?)
Yeah, they call me the kid
Sexy man
But I know nothing about the great big H
I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day

I never peeped to where she was coming from
When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone"
Then she made it perfectly clear
With some inspiring words in a song, dig,

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl)

There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe
He was dreaming of Venus
And took out his penis
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
OK bye!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay! [x 2]

There once was some freaks from L.A. (who)
Who came to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii!

Well, flick-a my Bic, baby!

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 5]

Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic
I'll come if you call

There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!)
He was dreaming of Fifi
And took out his pee-pee
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh!

There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?)
Who came to New York to play (yeah?)
They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?)
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

There once was some freaks from L.A.
Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty)
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

Get off your ass and jam!
Oh they call me the kid
Let's get it on, y'all

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (come on baby!)

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 4]

It's only rock n' roll

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 5]

Now, what did you say?

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 6]

Turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!
We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody
Y'all ready?
Are you ready? I'm ready? (Hit it!)

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 15]
(come here, ladies. Move in close!)
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(What about the woodpecker thing?)
Yeah, they call me the kid
Sexy man
But I know nothing about the great big H
I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my day

I never peeped to where she was coming from
When she'd say, "Though you're here, I'm all alone"
Then she made it perfectly clear
With some inspiring words in a song, dig,

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl)

There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe
He was dreaming of Venus
And took out his penis
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
OK bye!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay! [x 2]

There once was some freaks from L.A. (who)
Who came to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii!

Well, flick-a my Bic, baby!

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 5]

Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my Bic
I'll come if you call

There once was a man from Peru
Who went to sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!)
He was dreaming of Fifi
And took out his pee-pee
And woke up with a handfull of goo
Put your foot on the rock!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh!

There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?)
Who came to New York to play (yeah?)
They was busted by the pussy posse (pussy who?)
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

There once was some freaks from L.A.
Who came to New York to play (say somethin' nasty)
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen

Get off your ass and jam!
Oh they call me the kid
Let's get it on, y'all

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (come on baby!)

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 4]

It's only rock n' roll

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 5]

Now, what did you say?

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 6]

Turn the drums up a little for me...yeah!
We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody
Y'all ready?
Are you ready? I'm ready? (Hit it!)

If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home [x 15]
(come here, ladies. Move in close!)
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Writer: Garry Marshall Shider, George Bernard Worrell, George Clinton Jr., Glenn La Monte Goins
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing


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