(Good morning, good evening) Don't touch the dial It's doing fine We tune the air by hand Just to see you move Welcome to the station of the funk Deeper than a call sign Closer than you think from the motherland broadcasting bodies into motion Can you feel it? Can you hear it? (Yeah) Can you hear it? (Alright) Can you hear it? Make my funk the real thing, no filters, no disguise Make my funk the real thing, let it lift you up tonight Straight from the ship above the noise Power humming through the wire I'm the voice with the long hair Laughing while the speaker sweats They ask, does a groove survive the end? I ask, who stopped dancing to check? Make my funk the real thing, no filters, no disguise Make my funk the real thing, let it lift you up tonight Hands on the airwaves Feet on the floor This is the signal We'll see you once more Hands on the airwaves Feet on the floor This is the signal We'll see you once more (Oh!)
