Up jump the funk about 7 or 8
And you can tell it by the smell
That all the world is runnin late
And now you'd swear that in the air
You feel you're going for a ride
You've got to get up, down on the east side
Now there's that old bag Chilly Willy
Got his eyes hooked on this filly
She's gotta be pushin' 85 years old
And damn, she's lookin silly
But I'll be damned if that old man
Didn't take that lady for a ride
You've got to get up, down on the east side
Oh, hot damn, Willy
Reach for the sky with them hands, Willy
You're in a peanut butter jam, Willy
Gone gone gone
Watch Willy walk
Well now they've got him plenty high
Hell if they got him any higher
That motherfucker's gonna fly
At least this way from what they say
Now willy's only gonna try
You've got to get up down on the east side
Well now I've got a secret coming
But I can't seem to decide
If I should tell you well oh hell
Why not? It's worth another try
I heard from Milli that old Willy's name is Matt
Damn so is mine
You've got to get up down on the east side
Oh, hot damn, Willy
Reach for the sky with them hands, Willy
You're in a peanut butter jam, Willy
Gone gone gone
The secret's out
I'll scream and shout
That I am him and he is me
But you don't care no more, your eyes are bored
And it's all to plain to see
And I want you to explain yourself
But you keep it locked inside
You've got to get up, down on the east side
Oh, hot damn, Willy
Reach for the sky with them hands, Willy
You're in a peanut butter jam, Willy
Gone gone gone
This song would sound great through an amplified electric and full band funk'n it up behind you.
romansdad9 10 months ago