How it all began? Well I’ll tell you… Yeah, it all started down on the farm… Where the mornings hit you — with the sound of that old diesel tractor, rumbling through the fields — like a heartbeat. In a nest full of eggs, down on the farm, I kept my groove warm, I was safe from harm. But every dawn, that diesel cried, A rhythm deep — I felt it inside. Boom-chug, Boom-chug Boom-chug, Boom-chug Boom-chug, Boom-chug Boom-chug, Boom-chug Boom-chug, the tractor rolled, That bassline beat — it shook my yolk. The engine coughed in 4/4 — that’s when I started to move That bass pounding sound pulled me into the groove. The other eggs scrambled — while I just slapped. My rhythm’s intact, I never capped. I was born shell shocked - born with a beat, My feathers were tight, and my soul complete. I cracked the shell, but kept the funk, No scrambled fate, no breakfast junk. I am shell shocked — and proud to be, The funkiest duck in history. One day I heard a terrible sound, A whirlin’ blade that spun around. A scream, a whisk, a shattered fate, My brother egg was turned to dinner plates. But I slid left, I played it cool, Escaped the kitchen with attitude. They fried in fear, I ducked the doom, My style was born in the kitchen gloom. I was born shell shocked - born with a beat, My feathers were tight, and my soul complete. I cracked the shell, but kept the funk, No scrambled fate, no breakfast junk. I am shell shocked — and proud to be, The funkiest duck in history. Old Rooster Ray, in the coop next door, Tapped out jazz on the feeding floor. He saw my wings, said “Son, you’re blessed — But slap that bass, forget the rest.” Then a goose from Baton Rouge flew in, He handed me a bass with a golden grin. Said, “You're not a meal, you're meant to play — Now play that funk, and strut your way.” I was born shell shocked - born with a beat, My feathers were tight, and my soul complete. I cracked the shell, but kept the funk, No scrambled fate, no breakfast junk. I am shell shocked — and proud to be, The funkiest duck in history. I was shell shocked, but not afraid, From yolk to groove, my path was laid. I slapped my fate into a song, Been bringin’ funk my whole life long. But I'm shell shocked — yeah, now you see: A bass-born bird of destiny!
