Album of the Year #1 Funkateer (feat. Bootdullivan & Myra Washington)

Oh, my dear

Bootsy blasting up in your ear

I'm your number one Funkateer

Givin' you the album of the year

Hot diggity dog

Hang on like QuickStraw, yeah

Get down to the raw

Hot diggity dog

Yeah, dig! It's our constitutional duty

To uplift our natural beauty

Don't you wanna party?

Girl, we're goin' to party like this

Get down with your bad ass

Move it all around and make it (Make it)

If you're giving what you got, you gave it (Gave it)

Now you get your chance to take it (Take it)

You're a winner in your own disguise

Never did you compromise

But, calm down don't get upset (Say what?)

All you need is just a little respect (Well, that's right)

The album of the year

Number one Funkateer

It's not just a dream, it's our theme song, baby girl

The album of the year

Number one Funkateer

I'm a winner, I'm not beginner

I'm the best that you'll ever know

Soft like a butterfly (Say what?), you sting like a bee (Okay)

You're colder than the coldest cold

You ain't got nothing on me

I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up steel (She in the kitchen, she cookin' up steel)

I'm in the race, and I'm ready to kill

Bang, bang to the right side

We got fries, we got popcorn

Shining bright just like a star

I have no fear, Bootdullivan is here, baby!

We got fries (We got fries), we got popcorn

Don't you wanna party? (Wind me up!)

Girl, we're goin' to party like this (Hey yo, Bootsy!)

Oh, my dear

There's 10 to 20 girls coming up from the rear

They be hangin' backstage

And one after another they become of age

Yes, I gotta make it clear

This is my album of the year

And if you wanna be the number one Funkateer

Just put it on the One, then bring up the rear

Album of the year

Number one Funkateer

I have no fear, Bootdullivan is here, baby!

Album of the year

Number one Funkateer

I'm a winner, I'm not beginner

I'm the best that you've ever known

Oh, my God

(It's about to get funky)

Oh, my God

Oh, my God

Wave your hands and drop your funk

This ain't about money, 'cause we know time's runnin'

Put a tip in your hip, if you wanna trip

Come on over to the Mothership

We got fries, we got popcorn

Shining bright just like a star (Twinkle, twinkle monster)

We got fries, we got popcorn

Don't you wanna party?

Girl, we're goin' to party like this

Bootzilla

Bootzilla