[Verse 1: P-funk male lead, groove tightens, loose sloppy band, rubbery p-funk bass] Box came on a Monday, said some assembly required Two hundred little pieces and a little man that looked tired Little paper man is frownin' with a question mark above I said, partner, I don't need you, put the paper in the tub Threw it in the recycling, put the funk on me Grown man don't read pictures, gimme that Allen key Panel A, panel C, there's a bag of wooden pegs Got a cam lock in my teeth and a shelf between my legs Night one, I stood it up and I was feelin' like a king Then I noticed every shelf was slantin' down toward the ceiling [Verse 2: P-funk male lead, the band a little tighter, wah-wah guitar] Night two, flipped it over, now the back is on the front Got the pretty side to the wall like a magic trick or stunt Took it all apart again, I got a blister on my thumb And the neighbors bangin' on the wall 'cause I'm hammerin' a drum Night three, nearly done, I'm on the last little row I reach into the baggie and I'm four screws low Looked under the couch, looked inside the pizza box Then I looked at my bed frame, it got screws like it got socks [Hook: P-funk male lead, bright clavinet, fat slamming drums, groove locking in] Turn the Allen key, turn it to the right Threw away the paper, and I built it in one night Twist the Allen key, I don't need no guide Every screw is where it goes, get down, I'm satisfied [Verse 3: P-funk male lead, the band nearly locked, raw shouting p-funk vocal] Borrowed four from the bed, it got sixteen, it won't miss 'em Bookcase standin' straight up like it came out of a system Loaded every shelf, every trophy, every book Called my cousin on the video like, come and take a look Laid down like a champion, I was sleepin' like a log Three A.M., the bed went down like a folded hot dog Woke up in a V shape with my knees up by my ears And that bookcase standin' perfect, not a wobble in years [Final Hook: P-funk male lead, groove dead tight, full band snapping] Turn the Allen key, turn it to the right Threw away the paper, and I built it in one night Twist the Allen key, I don't need no guide Every screw is where it goes, get down, I'm satisfied [Outro: P-funk male lead, band vamping] Get down, get down, I'm sleepin' on the floor Bookcase lookin' perfect, I don't need a bed no more [End]
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