Verse 1 Alarm clock screaming like a fire alarm Coffee tastes like bad decisions and charm I tried to walk normal down Main Street today But the bass line in my head got in the way Lady at the crosswalk shaking her head Said, “Boy you move like the radio’s in your head” I said, “Ma’am it ain’t my fault, blame the groove Once it gets in your bones you just gotta move” Chorus I’m too funky for my own good Groove so strong it rewired my mood Tried to act normal like a grown man should But I’m too funky for my own good Bass line walking like it owns the street Got the whole sidewalk moving their feet Don’t blame me if the town gets shook I’m just funky… that’s the outlook Verse 2 Preacher on Sunday said “son behave” But the organ player hit a groove so brave Choir started clapping on the offbeat line Even the deacons lost track of time Grandma leaned over with a wink so sly Said “boy that rhythm ain’t a sin to try” Next thing you know the pews all shook Guess heaven likes a little funk in the book Bridge Clap once Clap twice Shake that rhythm like a roll of dice Life’s too short for a straight-line strut Sometimes you gotta let the groove erupt Final Chorus I’m too funky for my own good Groove so strong it rewired my mood Tried to act normal like a grown man should But I’m too funky for my own good If the world gets heavy and the sky looks shook Just turn it up… and let the funk cook.
