[Intro - Kurtis Blow]
Funk, the final frontier
To go, where no groove has ever gone before
I am your funk doctor
The extra-terrestrial brother
I funk, therefore I am

We funk, therefore we are

(Come and turn this party out)

[Verse 1 - Kurtis Blow]
One and two and welcome to the night
Gonna try to get it started, gonna try to give a life
To the party, everybody, come on dance
If you want the funk, come on, everybody take a chance
You can do it to it, nothing to it, just do it to dancefloor
Kicking it on the dancefloor
With the F-U-N-K funk! Otherwise known as the bomb

[Verse 2 - Mele Mel]
The party is kicking, quick and a flicking like a picking
It's fried yeah like chicken, huh it's finger lickin, good
In the party can never go down
You rock jam after jam and you see this record going round
No doubt we got the clout with the bomb
Straight off the farm, don't believe me ask your mom
Look the fly style is my style, now style, wildstyle
Mele make the party go rrah
[Chorus x2 (Afrika Bambaataa)]
We funk (we funk), therefore we are (therefore we are)
If you wanna get down tonight
The crew will set you right

[Verse 3 - Kurtis Blow]
On and on and on and on
And the funk won't stop til you all go home
So just do it, find a little cutie and move it
Here's your chance to dance, to find romance
And shake your pants and put you in a trance
We're the old school, super cool cats from way back
The microphone maniacs and we don't need gats

[Bridge - Afrika Bambaataa]
To funk or not to funk (x4)

Chorus x2

Bridge x4

[Verse 4 - Kurtis Blow]
Let's get ready to rumblllllllle
Flex your minds over to the funk shelter
Catch wreck the techs of the hip-hop dwellers
We kick the wit to hit, flip, and rip your shit
If you're liquid, you'll get lit with
Funk for your trunk we reveal
Chumping those scrubs like a bear and they can't appeal kid
I see a lot from the funk in hip-hop
The rest get dropped like cops on a hot block
[Verse 5 - Mele Mel]
I changed the fame to claim my reign to claim the dames
Stop fronting fool, you know my name
M-E-L-E, I'm on the tele, you're jealy
Don't call me Mel, just call me Mele
A mister, teacher, preacher, tutor, pastor, call me bastion
The emcee ryhme line mine blast the butcher
Would you let the beat funk
You know I am who I am, it's cos I got that funk

Chorus x2

[Verse 6 - Kurtis Blow]
On and on and on and on (x3)
And the funk won't stop til you all go home
On and on and on and on (x3)
And the funk won't stop til you all go home

Chorus x6