[Intro] Hey now—come on! Put your hands together, count it off! [Verse 1] We roll in with the kettle drum thunder Shoes hit the floor and the room goes under From the old back steps to the velvet rope We bring a pocket full of rhythm and a suitcase full of hope My brother on the bass got a grin like gold My drummer throws a fill that can rattle your soul When we take that stage, better clear that space We’re the funkiest crew that ever wore a collar and lace [Pre-Chorus] You can feel it in the floorboards You can taste it in the air When the band gets cooking Everybody’s getting there [Chorus] We’re servin’ up the funk, hot and ready Servin’ up the funk, keep your body steady Basement party, backyard fence, big venue downtown Wherever we perform, we bring that funky sound Servin’ up the funk—yes, we are! Servin’ up the funk—from near to far! [Verse 2] We don’t need a silver spoon or a fancy invitation Just a little bit of room and a hungry congregation The trumpet talks slick with a buttoned-up grin The guitar chops sharp and the congas roll in Strings rise high while the rhythm stays low Falsetto brothers holler, “Tell ’em what they know!” I step to the microphone, wrinkle up my face And serve another helping from the funkiest place [Pre-Chorus] You can feel it in the floorboards You can taste it in the air When the band gets cooking Everybody’s getting there [Chorus] We’re servin’ up the funk, hot and ready Servin’ up the funk, keep your body steady Basement party, backyard fence, big venue downtown Wherever we perform, we bring that funky sound Servin’ up the funk—yes, we are! Servin’ up the funk—from near to far! [Bridge] Hold up—make a little room! Let the big drums speak their mind! [Timpani Solo] Boom—boom—BOOM! [Bridge] Now the bass comes creeping through the doorway Guitar snaps twice and the crowd says, “No way!” But we say, “Way!” with a crooked little grin Turn the whole room over, then we serve it again [Breakdown] Who’s got the flavor? [We got it! Who brings the pressure? [We bring it! From the cellar to the ceiling? [We bring it! Every time we hit the floor? [We serve it! [Final Chorus] We’re servin’ up the funk, hot and ready Servin’ up the funk, keep your body steady Basement party, backyard fence, big venue downtown Wherever we perform, we bring that funky sound Servin’ up the funk—yes, we are! Servin’ up the funk—from near to far! [Outro] Serve it up! Serve it up! One more helping for the people in the back! Serve it up! We’re the funkiest in the land! Servin’ up the funk—until the last handclap!
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