Get It On

I've got to get up to get down

And start all over again

Head on down to the basement and shout

Kick those white mice and black dogs out

Kick those white mice and baboons out

Kick those baboons and all the motherfuckers out

And uh, get it on

Get it on

On the day that uh, you got born

They had to dig him from the ground

They chipped in from the frozen snow

They took his monkey fingers

But he had nowhere to go

They took his pink hair curlers

They took his sequin gown

They took his Stratocaster

They took his pornographic crown

He's got some words of wisdom

I got some words of wisdom

He's got some words of wisdom

I got some words of wisdom

Get it on

Get it on

On the day that uh, you got born

He crawled out of the ooze

He defied evolution

He had green flippers and sang the blues

He caused a revolution

That got in the British weeklies

He got in the dailies too

He drank panther piss

And fucked the girls you're probably married to

He's got some words of wisdom

I got some words of wisdom

He's got some words of wisdom

They got some words of wisdom

Get it on

Get it on

On the day that uh, you got born

Get it on

Get it on

Alright

Get it on

Get it on

You gotta do that phone

Yeah and up is down

Where sweet is sweet

Yeah, taxi's on

Then one day he went away

His neighbor claimed he shot him

If he hadn't disappeared

The tax man would've got him

Yeah, but before I leave

I call out from the storm

For those who gave their lives

So we could get it on

Get it on

Get it on

On the day that uh, you were born

Get it on

Get it on

Get it on

Get it on