Chug-A-Lug (The Bun Patrol) lyrics

by

George Clinton


My dog bigger than your dog
Huh, what I say? Give me the ball
Captain P-Mo here and I just got back from voyage to the bottom of the pee
Where slow motion is better than no motion
And I´m fortified with yeast to help me rise to the occasion baby

Hee Hee

If the funk gets too hot for your rump, turn the other cheek
Zilla here

Say in from booty to Boots, from the crib to the coliseum, baby
Booty reportin´ for duty, baby over and out to lunch

How much is that muscle in the window?

Vitamin P gives you muscle booty baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, freak out, freak out, freak and shake and I´ll help
What´s a booty and how will I know if I shakin´ it?
Now here´s where I get an A, Bun Power, with a Booty Back Guarantee
Be on the floor by bun down or be out of town by sundown
I am the Bun Dance Kid, and I quote, "Go for your Buns, this is wipe out music, baby!"
Time out for a Rump Child, Hee Hee

How much is that muscle in the window, Hee Hee

Rip the roof off the mutha sucker, come and rip the roof off! (x4)
I long to dance, to all you sleepin´ bootys out there
It´s eleven o´clock booty do your duty time

Do you know where your booty is at? Freak out, freak out, freak and shake and I´ll help!

I understand
I understand, I dig

To pee or not to pee is the hassle
Dance
Let me see you raise your hand, dance, raise the roof off
The mother sucker come and dance the roof off!

What´s a booty and how will I know if I´m shakin´ it?

There be´s somebody in here I want y´all to meet, me!

Me, well get down me, well it´s ok with me if it´s ok with me

Get down Bootsy baby!

Look ma, no hands! Yeah, it still takes two hands to handle a whooper
Baby party joggin´ baby

In my wonder years, baby
I come to rip the roof off!

I come to rip the roof off
Yeah I´m bustin´ off so butt what a booty
Be on the floor by bun down or be outta town by sundown
You know I am the Bun Dance Kid
You can call him Bootsy
You can call him baba
His is the Bun Dance Kid!
Hey Leroy, did you hear that I heard it I clare
That boy Bootsy party graw, party graw

How much is that muscle in the window?

Give me the ball, give me the ball

Not now, not now
I told you I´m in the middle of a Rump Child
Out of the way!

Boy you bother me, get out the way, boy
I got some dancin´ to do
Quick, quick somethin´ the matter with you boy?

Rip the roof off the mother sucker, come and rip the roof off
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