Pull back the cover
Shades, good God
It's a raid
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Standing over there
The devil's Son In Law
Call the law
Call the law
The devil's son-in-law
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat
Still good
It's still good
Still good
It's still good
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over
Soulful Rover
Take me in the change
Take me in the change
Take me in the change
Tall women
Is all I need
Tall women
Is what I want
One more time
I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul
We got here
You don't have to do no soloing, brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
Cause it's a mother
When I count to four
I want everybody to lay off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four
I want you to come back in
I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet
It's in my shake, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow
One, two, three, four
Get it
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
One, two, three, four
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James Brown - Funky Drummer Lyrics
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Pull back the cover
Shades, good God
It's a raid
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Standing over there
The devil's Son In Law
Call the law
Call the law
The devil's son-in-law
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat
Still good
It's still good
Still good
It's still good
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over
Soulful Rover
Take me in the change
Take me in the change
Take me in the change
Tall women
Is all I need
Tall women
Is what I want
One more time
I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul
We got here
You don't have to do no soloing, brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
Cause it's a mother
When I count to four
I want everybody to lay off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four
I want you to come back in
I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet
It's in my shake, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow
One, two, three, four
Get it
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
One, two, three, four
Shades, good God
It's a raid
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Cut off the lights
And call the law
Standing over there
The devil's Son In Law
Call the law
Call the law
The devil's son-in-law
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat
Still good
It's still good
Still good
It's still good
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over
Soulful Rover
Take me in the change
Take me in the change
Take me in the change
Tall women
Is all I need
Tall women
Is what I want
One more time
I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul
We got here
You don't have to do no soloing, brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
Cause it's a mother
When I count to four
I want everybody to lay off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four
I want you to come back in
I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet
It's in my shake, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
About to work me to death
It's in my shirt
I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow
One, two, three, four
Get it
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
Ain't it funky
One, two, three, four
Writer: JAMES BROWN
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.