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2000 - The Good The Bad and The Funky

Time To Bounce

(Words and music by T. Weymouth & C. Frantz; toasting by Mystic Bowie)

Mek we bounce... Bouncing sensation with a party invitation! It's your time to bounce And I mean every ounce... Watch it!

Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la... (Touch down!)

Wake up! It's time to bounce So make it count, everybody bounce! (You bounce to the riddem and I mean ev'ry ounce!) Get fresh with attitude From your longitude to your latitude!

Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la... (Bounce to the rhythm and I mean ev'ry ounce!)

I'd like to talk to people them before it get too late This is your big hip-hop-portunity to bounce and shake Everybody get excited when they hear this announce' That this is their time to do the Tip Top bounce Feel the temperature rising while the body bouncin' higher The way it feel, you'd think that the place is on fire Like animal on the rhythm, now it's your time to bounce You just listen to the rhythm, shake your body and bounce

Tip top! Gonna feel so good! Gonna get on up like you knew you would (Bounce your body like you know that you should) Shake down! Get up to speed Gonna get what you need, so let it bleed!

Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la la... Bounce to the music... (Wicked!) La la la la, la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la la... Bounce to the music... La la la la, la la la la... (Feel free to bounce, you have nothing to lose!)

Me say the drummer, him drummin, bass one, she rockin' The two o' them a' playin' the riddem, ting-a-ling The drummer, him drummin, bass one, she rockin' The two o' them a' jump' an' swing, hear me now! Me say the temperature is rising while the body bouncin' higher The way it feel, you'd think that the place is on fire! The two o' them a' throwin' the riddem, now it's your time to bounce You just listen to the music, shake your body and bounce

Take it up to the next level Pump it up another decibel! (We not gonna mek no trouble!) Shake it up! Gotta make it move! Gonna getcha in the mood of a funky groove! (Feel free to bounce, there is nothing to lose!) Get down to the ultra sound Of the mega beat bounce of the underground Give it up for the turntables We be musical vegetables! (Touch down!)

 

Who Feelin' It

(words and music by T. Weymouth & C. Frantz)

Who feels it, knows it Who loves it, shows it Who feels it, loves it Who knows it, shows it

Wicky-wicky, here comes my genius Killin' me wicked with his stylus Slap it on the turntable, DJ Won't you play for me Marvin Gaye? Invisibl Skratch (n) Piklz Beastie Boys, thrills and tickles Beat Junkies, make it funky, please Fela Kuti is no Zombi! Scratch it up, here comes my genius Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Nasty licks, they are serious "The Message," delirious! Do Boy's a genius chameleon Afrika Bambaataa holds dominion! Fugees on the scene like a Felini dream Salvation's here á la Al Green!

Who feels it, knows it Who loves it, shows it Who feels it, loves it Who knows it, shows it

Do you wanna get jiggy with a genius? Hardest workin' man in the business Shufflin' grooves from the underground Nobody move, must be James Brown! Wu Tang, mix it up sinuous Big Baby Jesus is a genius My Manu D'Bango Rockin' the mic like Chango!

Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .

Sticky-sticky finger on a fader A-slippin-and-a-slidin with the Raida Here is transportation to heaven Props to the chops of the X-men! Wally Badarou is a genius DJ Babu, spontaneous Bernie Worrell, a visionary Play for me Lee Perry

Tra la la la la! Tra la la la la! Pass the Peas to the JBs! Whatcha gonna do with a broken heart? Sip Cristal, burn up the chart Whatcha gonna do when they put you down? Move to the tip, groove underground Whatcha gonna do when you miss your mark? Chill out, choose a brand new start How does it feel to be back on top? It's good, un-huh, and you don't stop!

Who feels it, knows it Who loves it, shows it Who feels it, loves it Who knows it, shows it Who feels it, knows it Who loves it, shows it Who feels it, loves it Who knows it, shows it

Oops! Yo' mama! Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . . No one can sing quite like Otis Redding! Whatcha gonna do with a broken heart? Sip Cristal, burn up the chart! Whatcha gonna do when they put you down? Move to the tip, groove underground! Whatcha gonna do when you miss your mark? Chill out, choose a brand new start! How does it feel to be back on top? It's good, un-huh, and you don't stop! Ya, ya, wo, wo, wo. . .

Who feels it, knows it Who loves it, shows it Who feels it, loves it Who knows it, shows it Who feels it, knows it Who loves it, shows it Who feels it, loves it Who knows it, shows it

 

Happiness Can't Buy Money

(Words and music by C. Frantz & T. Weymouth)

Up and down, the people wanna bounce to the funky sound You got yo' radios blarin' and the deejays flarin' all over town 'Nuf respect is just what you gonna get when you jam and wind But happiness can't buy money On and on the party keeps rockin' on 'til the break of dawn And the people next door must be wonderin' what it is we're on If it makes you happy, you can party on 'til the end of time But happiness can't buy money

So make my day-oh, oh, oh! Don't be pass-oh, oh, oh! Come on, come on, get real Give me money... So what's the deal? Give me money... Come on, come on, get real Give me money.... So what's the deal? Give me money....

Everybody agree, happiness is free, so whatcha gonna do Say goodbye to the old clich's, say hello to the new You can turn it on, whatever gets you goin'... It's a state of mind But happiness can't buy money

So make my day'oh, oh, oh! Don't be pass-oh, oh, oh! Come on, come on, get real Give me money... So what's the deal? Give me money... Come on, come on, get real Give me money... So what's the deal? Give me money...

Everybody, hold on, relax... This is just like in the movies And everyone will be a shooting star And all will make lots of money...

Money, money, money, money, money, money! Happiness can't buy money!

-oh, oh, oh! -oh, oh, oh! Come on, come on, get real Give me money So what's the deal? Give me money Come on. . . Get real. . . Come on. . . Give me money! Come on. . . Get real. . . Come on, come on, get real Give me money So what's the deal? Happiness can't buy money! Come on, come on, get real Give me money So what's the deal? Happiness can't buy money!

 

Holy Water

(words and music by T. Weymouth, C. Frantz & Charles Pettigrew)

Oh, oh mama, uh-oh . . .

That boy on the corner, he be' sellin' fluff Can't tell him nothin, 'cause his life is tough Gotta make a livin,' he be' out all night But the old folks say Betty raised that boy up right

Mama said, Boy, you need some Holy Water My Mama said Sprinkle that boy with Holy Water Mama said, Come on, come on, drink some Holy Water My Mama said, Child, take the Lord with you, take the Lord with you, oh!

Babies makin' babies, doin' deals in the street Boy's got a deadline with a windin' sheet His baby mother outta school, outta dreams Caught up in soaps while little Malcolm screams

Mama said, Boy, you need some Holy Water My Mama said Sprinkle that boy with Holy Water Mama said, Come on, come on, drink some Holy Water My Mama said, Take the Lord with you, take the Lord with you...oh, Mama Sprinkle that boy with Holy Water, child Everyone knows you can't fight fire with fire, no! Ashes to ashes, from cradle to grave Drink Holy Water, the boy can surely be saved, oh, no... Mama said, Boy, you need some Holy Water My Mama said Sprinkle that boy with Holy Water Mama said, Come on, child, drink some Holy Water My Mama said, Take the Lord with you, take the Lord with you...oh, Mama

 

 

Soul Fire

(words and music by Lee Perry)

I wanna get roots straight right now! I'm not jokin', seen? Soul fire! Soul fire! . . . Hmmm! Soul fire! . . . Hunh! An' we ain't got no water. . . Yeh! Soul a-burnin'! Soul a-burnin'! Soul a-burnin'! Huh! Water coolin'! Water coolin' ! Water comin'! Soul fire! Hey! La di-dah-di-dah-di-dah. . . Whoa. . . Burnin' in my soul. . . burnin,' burnin,'. . . burnin' in my soul. . .

La la la la la. . . La la la la la. . . La la la la la. . . La la la la la la. . .

La la la la la. . .Whup-chuh, Hey! Soul fire! . . . hyunh! Soul fire! . . . hunh! Soul fire! . . . hunh!

An' we ain't got no water! We don't have no water! Soul a-burnin', soul a-burnin'. . . huh! An' we ain't got no water, ain't got no water. . .

Burnin' in my soul. . . burnin,' burnin,' burnin' in my soul. . . There's a burnin' fire deep down inside Dat ball a fire shall be my guide A burnin' fire down in my soul

Dat ball a fire shall take control! . . . hunh! Diggy boom-boom-boom. . . Diggy boom-boom-boom. . . Diggy boom-boom-boom. . . Diggy boom-boom-boom. . . Soul . . . ! There's a burnin' fire. . . Huuh!

Soul . . . ! A burnin' fire. . . Dat ball a fire shall take control! Soul a-burnin'! Water comin'! Huh!

Soul fire!

We ain't got no water! There's a burnin' fire! Dat ball a fire shall be my guide! A burnin' fire! Dat ball a fire shall take control!

 

She's Dangerous

(words and music by T. Weymouth & C. Frantz)

Uh! Mercy! Lookout, now! I say here comes little Miss Dimeanor Nowhere a sweeter deceiver! Don't touch her, she'll burst your bubble Hormones on legs, she's trouble! Wearin' a mini and hardly any makeup. . . It's time to wake up!

Dangerous attraction (Oooh, oooh!) Cause a chain reaction! (Oooh, oooh!) She may look cute to you. . . (Oooh, oooh!) Let me tell you, my friend She is dangerous! (Dangerous!) Let me tell you now. . . (Ooooh, oooh, oooh. . .) I've got to, got to tell you now, oh-uh! (Dangerous!) She may look cute to you

But she's dangerous! Hey! (Dangerous!) Aha! Heh-heh-heh-heh! Heh-heh-heh-heh! Heh-heh-heh-heh! Heh-heh-heh-heh!

And after she has used you, she will make you out to be a fool Get paid the mega bucks for tellin' stories out of school It's not enough that she will break your heart She will blow your life apart!

Spicy-sweet temptation. . . (Oooh, oooh!) A deadly combination! (Oooh, oooh!) She may look cute to you. . . (Oooh, oooh!) Oooh! But she's dangerous! Aye! (Dangerous!) She's dangerous, I say! (Ooooh, oooh, oooh. . .) She's dangerous! Oh, yeah! (Dangerous!) She may look cute to you. . . (Ooooh, oooh, oooh. . .) But she's dangerous! (Dangerous!) Look out now! (La la la la la la la. . .) You don't want to be another fly in her pie (La la la la la la la. . .) And I sure don't want to be her sacrifice! Oooh-oooh! Oooh, yeah! Huh!

Spicy-sweet temptation! (Oooh, oooh!) A deadly combination! (Oooh, oooh!) She may look cute to you. . . (Oooh, oooh!) Let me tell you, my friend, She is dangerous. . .(Dangerous!) Aha! She may look cute to you. . . (Ooooh, oooh, oooh. . .) (Dangerous!) She may look cute to you. . . (Ooooh, oooh, oooh. . .) Dangerous attraction. . . (Oooh, oooh!) Cause a chain reaction! (Oooh, oooh!) She may look cute to you! (Oooh, oooh!) So let me, let me, let me, let me, let me tell you She is dangerous! (Dangerous!) So I got to, got to, got to, got to, got to really tell you She is dangerous! Oooh, yeah! (Oooh, oooh!) So let me, let me, let me, let me, let me tell you. . .

She's a Freak

(Words and music by T. Weymouth & C. Frantz)

Baby, she's a freak. . . She's a freak A freak of ingenuity A little misdimeanor A sort of little felony Baby, she's a freak. . . A real-life incongruity No more monotonous homogeneity

She's a freak Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak She's a freak Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak She's a freak. . . She's a freak

A bona fide anomaly Her alien vibrations Assume a certain density Baby, she's a freak Unusual phenomenon Tuned-in and super turned-on A modern paragon

She's a freak . . . Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak She's a freak Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak

She's a freak Baby, she's a freak . . . Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak She's a freak

Oblique. . . Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak She's a freak Unique. . .

Bless'd are the people when they produce a freak She's a freak Oblique. . . She's a freak Unique. . .

 

(C'mon) Surrender

(words and music by T. Weymouth, Charles Pettigrew, & C. Frantz)

Oh, yeah, yeah! You're my inspiration and, ooh! sweet satisfaction Such a sweet sensation. . . Ooh! sweet satisfaction. . . Just let me hold you. . . right there. . . Keep it real. . . oh, right there. . .

Make it feel good. . . in the right way. . . I'm gonna hold you tight. . . make you feel good tonight. . . Now our lovin' so good and, ooh! sweet satisfaction And it's so deep and so real and it's, ooh, sweet satisfaction

Surrender, ooh, ooh, surrender, surrender Keep it comin'. . . right there! Don't stop. . . mmmm, don't stop . . . Gonna give you good lovin'. . . in the right way. . .

I want to squeeze you tight. . . please you all night! Oh, it feels so good! Let me lay you down over here. . . Know the secrets to your love. . .

Oooh. . . oh, baby! Surrender. . . All the way. . . like a prayer. . . Surrender. . . mmm, surrender. . .

Need your lovin'. . . in the right way. . . Keep it comin'. . . oh! Take me to a new dimension and, ooh! sweet satisfaction Such a sweet sensation. . . Ooh, sweet satisfaction

Surrender, ooh, ooh, surrender, surrender Ooh, sweet satisfaction. . . Surrender, ooh, ooh, surrender, surrender Ooh, sweet satisfaction. . . Surrender, ooh, ooh, surrender, surrender Ooh, sweet satisfaction. . . Surrender, ooh, ooh, surrender, surrender Love you, baby!

 

Love To Love You Baby

(words and music by D. Summer, Giorgio Moroder & Pete Bellotte)

Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby

When you're layin' so close to me There's no place I'd rather you be than with me, oh . . .

Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby

Do it to me again and again Put me in such an awful spin, in a spin, in . . .

Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby Aaah, love to love you, baby

Tu sais, mon amour, que la haine n'a jamais rien créé: seul l'amour est fécond. Comprendre c'est aimer et réciproquement.*

Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby

Do it to me again and again Put me in such an awful spin, in a spin, in . . .

Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby

Love to love you, love to love you, love to love you, baby Love to love you, love to love you, love to love you, baby

Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby Ah, love to love you, baby

*The spoken words for this version are allowed courtesy of the writers and in no way alters the original copyright for this song. They are drawn from a letter, now in the public domain, written by the Breton poet laureat Anatole Le Braz (Tina's Great-Grandfather), to a young writer he was mentoring early in the last century: "La haine n'a jamais rien créé: seul l'amour est fécond. Comprendre c'est aimer et réciproquement.* (Translation from French: "Nothing was ever created from hate: only love is fecund. To understand is to love and vice versa.")

Superdreaming

(words and music by T. Weymouth & C. Frantz)

Turn on the people Turn on the people Turn my people on Turn my people on

Inside the heart, chocolate pink Under the vein, shimmering blue Deep in the bone, green with desire Inside this breath brand new!

It's all good It's all good It's all good It's all good

Turn on the people Turn on the people Turn my people on Turn my people on

Outside the night, Northern Lights Beneath the moon, Silver Pearl Smoke in the trees, Purple Star Out of this crazy world!

High in the sky, Kali Mist Down to the roots African Queen Beyond the clouds' Swazi Haze Shaman in a super dream!

It's all good It's all good It's all good It's all good

Turn on the people Turn on the people Turn my people on Turn my people on

Lesbians By The Lake

Instrumental

Let There Be Love

(words and music by T. Weymouth, C. Frantz & Charles Pettigrew)

All the years since yesterday my heart still Beats a rhythm in my chest from long ago. Only say the word and I'll fly to be by your side. Don't be leavin' me alone, longin' to know.

If this love's to be, I'll see it in your eyes If there is love, I'll still be wanting you If there's hope to dream, I'll hear it in your sighs If there is love, I'll still be wanting you

On the streets and on the scene, every passerby Has your face, but disappears through pourin' rain. And neon signs like omens shine, darin' me to dream Of not-forgotten promises. . . I'll never cry again.

If this love's to be, I'll see it in your eyes If there is love, I'll still be wanting you If there's hope to dream, I'll hear it in your sighs If there is love, I'll still be wanting you

Never mind the tears and fears, you must believe You still look fine'like the best wine, time has been sweet! In your smile I still find my deepest friend But, oh! if I can be your source of joy, I'll be complete.

If this love's to be, I'll see it in your eyes If there is love, I'll still be wanting you If there's hope to dream, I'll hear it in your sighs If there is love, I'll still be wanting you If this love's to be, I'll see it in your eyes If there is love, I'll still be wanting you If there's hope to dream, I'll hear it in your sighs If there is love, I'll still be wanting you

Dum, dum, dum-da-dee-dum, dum, dum, dum. . . Let there be love! . . .and I am watching you. . . Dum, dum, dum-da-dee-dum, dum, dum, dum! If there is love, then I will want you! Dum, dum, dum-da-dee-dum, dum, dum, dum! If there is love, then I am needing you. . . If there is love. . . Dum, dum, dum-da-dee-dum, dum, dum, dum! Oh, I get. . . when I am watching you. . . Ah, ah, ah, ah! I feel love. . . when I'm lovin' you!

Dangerous Dub

Instrumental

 
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