[Intro] [Ambient warm laundry machinery humming, no drums, spatial OB-Xa synth chords swelling] [Vocal Group Chorus] OOOOOH... YEAH... FEEL THE SPINNING MOTHER STATION... OOOOOH... [Explosive raw punchy drum pocket drops instantly with snapping Bootsy space bass, massive horn blasts, and tight handclaps] [Verse 1] The coins are sliding straight into the ancient rusty slot. The giant metal drum is getting super smoking hot. (WE FEEL THE SPARKING SHAPES BLOWING THROUGH THE DOOR!!) The ordinary evening is erased without a single trace. [Verse 2] The youth are gathering around the heavy rumbly rack. The leather jackets shaking with a groove that won't go back. (THE BLANKETS FLUIDLY TWISTING IN A LIVING WAVE!!) We throw our worries down into the boiling laundry room. [Chorus] We catch the power of the heavy heavy sound with the (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! The golden age of dancing has officially come, Spinning the entire neighborhood around with the (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! The crazy generator is running at the maximum! [Verse 3] The chief attendant pulls the lever to the maximum line. The golden notes are spreading out in perfect time. (THE CEILING IS MELTING DOWN INTO A JAZZY FLOW!!) There is no cold friction inside this warm electric space. [Verse 4] The hot air hits the dancers like a heavy summer wind. The heavy bassline shows us where the secrets finally end. (OUR FEET ARE MOVING FAST ONTO THE ROCKING FLOOR!!) The entire space is twisting as the rhythm takes control. [Pre-Chorus] The metal drum is turning with a heavy roar, A rhythm that you never ever heard before, We push the button as we step onto the floor! [Chorus] We catch the power of the heavy heavy sound with the (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! The golden age of dancing has officially come, Spinning the entire neighborhood around with the (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! The crazy generator is running at the maximum! [Bridge 1] (Spinning around...) CHUG-A-CHUG-A-RHYTHM GOES ON!! (Don't stop) Look at the notes flying out of the machine! AAAAAAH-WWWW!! We are diving deep inside the rhythm tub! (Wash it! Wash it! Wash it!) Join the universal celebration club! (Get down! Get down! Get down!) The harmony is rising up so high, Sailing through the ceiling to the open sky! The system is overloaded with pure groove! (RUNNING AT THE MAXIMUM!! MAXIMUM!! MAXIMUM!!) Keep it spinning, y'all! (Spin! Spin! Spin!) [Bridge 2] [Long Horn Section Instrumental Solo Part] [Verse 5] The silver clothes are shining as the drum begins to clear. The static energy is dropping music in your ear. (THE ENTIRE SYNDICATE IS LAUGHING AT THE SIGHT!!) We push the faders straight to the top with no turning back. [Verse 6] The science of the spinning groove is a formula we trust. We turn the boring city rules into a pile of golden dust. (THE HEAT IS KEEPING EVERYBODY FLOATING HIGH!!) The final cycle finishes as the pocket starts to fly. [Chorus] We catch the power of the heavy heavy sound with the (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! The golden age of dancing has officially come, Spinning the entire neighborhood around with the (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! The crazy generator is running at the maximum! [Outro] FUNK-O-MATIC... SPINNING EVERY MIND Y'ALL... BOOTSY STYLE GENERATOR... TURN IT UP LOUD! (FUNK!!) OOOO-MATIC! (SPINNING!! SPINNING!! SPINNING!!) KEEP IT MOVING UNTIL THE MORNING LIGHT!
