DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE ?

P-Funk, electro-funk, funk, talkbox, 80s electro-funk

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[Intro]
(Heavy Minimoog Bass and 808 Kicks)
(Prophet-5 sweeps in with spacey FX)
"Yeah... welcome back to the zone... Know what I'm sayin'?"
(Low male voice mumbling in the background)
[Verse 1: George Clinton - Low raspy voice]
I sat it down this thing last night when I was running game
I said, "Baby, can I cut your cake?"
Oh, can I have it my way?
Don't I deserve a break today?
[Verse 2: Deep Male Vocals - Crawling low tone]
Them buns, I like the way they're baked
Running a fever at 110, no mistake.
I'm looking for the drive-thru of your soul,
Is your order ready? Is it hot or is it cold?
[Pre-Chorus: Mellow Male & Female Harmony]
(Melodic and smooth transition)
The menu is long, but the choice is so clear,
I’m whispering the flavor right into your ear...
(Getting higher and more intense)
[Chorus: High Energy Female Choir]
(Shouting the title with powerful harmony)
DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE?
(Female: Oh, they go! They go!)
DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE?
(George: Keep it greasy, baby!)
[Verse 3: George Clinton]
He said that he possessed the big one-quarter pounder
Just for me, a Whopper that's sure to satisfy
You come in late, McMuffin, and ordered a kiss
And said, "I'll take a Filet-O-Fish!"
[Verse 4: Male Rap - G-Funk Style]
Ninety-six degrees in the shade of your hair,
P-Funk landing, smells like grease in the air.
Got the secret sauce, got the sesame seeds,
I’m the fast food king, I got everything you need.
[Bridge 1: Long & Chaotic P-Funk Jam]
(BPM feels like it’s dragging through mud, tempo drops slightly)
(Clavinet goes wild with wah-wah effect)
(Multiple voices shouting random funk slogans)
"Gimme the grease!" "Extra salt!" "Don't stop the wiggle!"
(Chaotic overlapping vocals)
[Verse 5: (Vocoder: Do you want some extra cheese on that?)]
[Verse 6: (Vocoder: Super size the rhythm, super size the funk!)]
[Verse 7: George Clinton - Spoken word style]
(Suddenly the music strips back to just Bass and Claps)
Look here... I’m a fast food junkie and I need a fix.
Without your sugar, I’m gonna be sick.
The love of you has gotten me on a diet...
But your menu... I just gotta try it.
[Pre-Chorus: Mellow Male & Female Harmony]
(Sweet, melodic vibe returns)
Take it slow, let the flavor just soak in,
The door to the mothership is always open...
[Chorus: High Energy Female Choir]
DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE?
(George: Know what I'm sayin'?)
DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE?
(Female: Shake it, shake it, break it down!)
[Bridge 2: Mellow & Breezy Female Chorus]
(The atmosphere changes to a sophisticated, jazzy P-Funk)
(Prophet-5 playing soft, dreamy chords)
(Female Choir: Harmony is crystalline and smooth)
"Sifting through the sugar, drifting in the cream...
You’re the only flavor in my chocolate dream...
So smooth... so sweet... yeah..."
[Verse 8: High-pitched Synth Lead Jam]
(No lyrics, just the G-Funk Whistle screaming over the beat)
[Verse 9: Deep Male Vocals - Ultra Low]
(Tempo becomes incredibly slow and heavy)
Let me cool it off by rubbing butter on your muffin,
Thickening it up by adding meat to your stuffing.
I’m the burger man, and you’re the shake,
How much of this funk can one woman take?
[Verse 10: (Vocoder: Finger licking, soul kicking, P-Funk clicking!)]
[Verse 11: Final Climax - All voices combined]
(The mix becomes "good" chaos)
Side to side is the view you got me picturing,
Just like a tuggy got the flavor finger-licking!
Everyone in the house, get your order in line,
We’re serving up the funk 'til the end of time!
[Outro]
(Hand claps getting louder)
Eggs over easy... Bacon light brown...
(George Clinton laughing)
"Check the receipt, baby! The funk is free!"
(Female Choir chanting: "Fries with the shake... fries with the shake...")
(Sudden stop with a space-ship take-off sound)

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[Intro] (Heavy Minimoog Bass and 808 Kicks) (Prophet-5 sweeps in with spacey FX) "Yeah... welcome back to the zone... Know what I'm sayin'?" (Low male voice mumbling in the background) [Verse 1: George Clinton - Low raspy voice] I sat it down this thing last night when I was running game I said, "Baby, can I cut your cake?" Oh, can I have it my way? Don't I deserve a break today? [Verse 2: Deep Male Vocals - Crawling low tone] Them buns, I like the way they're baked Running a fever at 110, no mistake. I'm looking for the drive-thru of your soul, Is your order ready? Is it hot or is it cold? [Pre-Chorus: Mellow Male & Female Harmony] (Melodic and smooth transition) The menu is long, but the choice is so clear, I’m whispering the flavor right into your ear... (Getting higher and more intense) [Chorus: High Energy Female Choir] (Shouting the title with powerful harmony) DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE? (Female: Oh, they go! They go!) DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE? (George: Keep it greasy, baby!) [Verse 3: George Clinton] He said that he possessed the big one-quarter pounder Just for me, a Whopper that's sure to satisfy You come in late, McMuffin, and ordered a kiss And said, "I'll take a Filet-O-Fish!" [Verse 4: Male Rap - G-Funk Style] Ninety-six degrees in the shade of your hair, P-Funk landing, smells like grease in the air. Got the secret sauce, got the sesame seeds, I’m the fast food king, I got everything you need. [Bridge 1: Long & Chaotic P-Funk Jam] (BPM feels like it’s dragging through mud, tempo drops slightly) (Clavinet goes wild with wah-wah effect) (Multiple voices shouting random funk slogans) "Gimme the grease!" "Extra salt!" "Don't stop the wiggle!" (Chaotic overlapping vocals) [Verse 5: (Vocoder: Do you want some extra cheese on that?)] [Verse 6: (Vocoder: Super size the rhythm, super size the funk!)] [Verse 7: George Clinton - Spoken word style] (Suddenly the music strips back to just Bass and Claps) Look here... I’m a fast food junkie and I need a fix. Without your sugar, I’m gonna be sick. The love of you has gotten me on a diet... But your menu... I just gotta try it. [Pre-Chorus: Mellow Male & Female Harmony] (Sweet, melodic vibe returns) Take it slow, let the flavor just soak in, The door to the mothership is always open... [Chorus: High Energy Female Choir] DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE? (George: Know what I'm sayin'?) DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE? (Female: Shake it, shake it, break it down!) [Bridge 2: Mellow & Breezy Female Chorus] (The atmosphere changes to a sophisticated, jazzy P-Funk) (Prophet-5 playing soft, dreamy chords) (Female Choir: Harmony is crystalline and smooth) "Sifting through the sugar, drifting in the cream... You’re the only flavor in my chocolate dream... So smooth... so sweet... yeah..." [Verse 8: High-pitched Synth Lead Jam] (No lyrics, just the G-Funk Whistle screaming over the beat) [Verse 9: Deep Male Vocals - Ultra Low] (Tempo becomes incredibly slow and heavy) Let me cool it off by rubbing butter on your muffin, Thickening it up by adding meat to your stuffing. I’m the burger man, and you’re the shake, How much of this funk can one woman take? [Verse 10: (Vocoder: Finger licking, soul kicking, P-Funk clicking!)] [Verse 11: Final Climax - All voices combined] (The mix becomes "good" chaos) Side to side is the view you got me picturing, Just like a tuggy got the flavor finger-licking! Everyone in the house, get your order in line, We’re serving up the funk 'til the end of time! [Outro] (Hand claps getting louder) Eggs over easy... Bacon light brown... (George Clinton laughing) "Check the receipt, baby! The funk is free!" (Female Choir chanting: "Fries with the shake... fries with the shake...") (Sudden stop with a space-ship take-off sound)

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