“Transmission received… groove detected… They’re funkin’ out there.” Space dust under my shoes, Clavinet sparkles, breaking the rules. Aliens groovin’ in 4/4 time, Their hips align with a human rhyme. Funk from another galaxy, yeah! Beaming down that energy, yeah! Clean voice, pure frequency, Let the groove set you free! They don’t use filters, no heavy chain, Just clean tone through the cosmic rain. Bass so warm, it shakes the air, You can feel the funk—they’re everywhere! Hear that groove from the starline crew, They sent their rhythm straight to you. No distortion, no disguise, Just funk pure as open skies. Funk from another galaxy, yeah! Clean voices in unity, yeah! Hands in motion, bodies swing, Feel that universal thing!
