Funk Nation

(Words by Patty Boom, Music by Bertha Control)

Funk Nation

The good yeah, the good vibrations
Spreading across the whole funking nation
I can feel it, can you feel it . . . the undulation
Of the beat throbbing what queer sensation
See you move to the groove congrat-u-funkinlations
Welcome to the, welcome to . . . welcome to the Funk Nation

Funk Nation

Into these tunes the funk we pack
You know there is no lack
Of rhythm or rhyme with my words so sublime
I’m running out of time
Freedom of mind’s become a crime
So I got the funk beat the funk beat of the drums
And a bass, a bass to make you hum
All rolled into one we become
We become we become
The funk nation.

Funk nation

Evolution revolution of a funk fusion
Evolution revolution of a funk fusion

Now there once was a band called Bertha Control
Who really taught this world to rock n roll
They played there music to rock your soul
6 fine womyn with a bond of gold

Felicity fire she plays guitar
Lives on the GC she’s a rock n roll star
Better than Madonna Blondie Ziggy Star
Dust em all off she’s the best by far

Julz rulz she’s got the coolz
They’re letting her loose on them aussie state schoolz
She plays her bass no tool for foolz
She’s so spunky she breaks all the rulz

Tilly tri she’s out of this world
She’ll get you real high and make your hips twirl
When she plays her sax your heart will unfurl
She’s a spunky funky womyn she’s a rock n roll girl

Funk nation

Simmy-oni be my macaroni
Moves so sweet to get me hot in my yoni
Tunes better than pot to get me real stoney
You’re the real thing not some yum cha phoney

Miss e Claire you funking up there
You bring to my knees and make me tear out my hair
The pleasure is extreme and you make me hum
While rocking to the tunes of the funk nation

I’m Patty Preece with my hair all a grease
In my mind the rhythms never cease
I’ll bring ya rocking beats to get ya off ya seats
I’m a real smooth criminal ain’t got no crease.