Itchin' for a Scratch

Itchin' for a scratch Itchin' for a scratch It's an itch that you got to catch Itchin' for a scratch Itchin', Itchin', Itchin' for a scratch I woke up this morning itchin' bad I wanted to scratch I was going mad Went to the doctor said, "help me please" He just shook his head and said to me "You're in trouble son, I know for sure 'Cause what you got there ain't no cure So take this beat go home and scratch But stay away from me 'cause it's easy to catch" Itchin' for a scratch It's a fever penicillin can't match Itchin' for a scratch Itchin', itchin, 'itchin' for a scratch So I left the doctor, walked down the street Scratching myself to that funky beat Everybody I passed they stared at me And they started itchin' with the same disease Soon the itchin' was spreading all over town With all that scratchin' folks really got down The way they were acting was really outrageous The Doc was right this itch is contagious Itchin' for a scratch It's an itch that you got to catch Itchin' for a scratch Itchin', itchin', itchin' for a scratch Itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch Well the itchin' caught on in every nation People scratched all over to the funk sensation In China, Japan and Russia too In Germany in Egypt even Kalamazoo They all learned to scratch cause they had to itch If they didn't like the funk they made the switch They itched on subway, they scratched on the trains When that dancing fever went straight to the brain Itchin' and a scratchin' Scratchin' and a scritchin' Movin' and a groovin' til my body starts twitchin' Ha, well blow me down I can't stop rockin' to the funky sound So stands back Oyles and lets be finished While I chill out with a can of spinach Itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch Ha, you hear that scratch back there That's my man throwing down He's the baddest scratcher all around the world And you know what he tells everybody to say he says "Itchin' bad" Itchin' and a scratchin' Scratchin' and a scritchin' Movin' and a groovin' til my body starts twitchin' I pity the fool who makes me itch When I hear scratchin' my muscles twitch Up in my head down to my feet I can't stop scratchin' to the funky beat Itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch It's a itch (whoo) it's coming through my clothes Make my pants real high make me jump on my toes It's a certain kind of itch that brings all my luck Every time I scratch myself it makes me sparkle blood Ooh, yeah Godfather of soul that's who I am When I get the itch I start to jam Get funky ah, get funky ah Itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch, itch-scratch