The Good the Bad and the Funky Print
Saturday, 14 June 2008 22:04

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


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!