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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parliament
Parliament
Vocals
George Clinton
George Clinton
Vocals
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Keyboards
Bootsy Collins
Bootsy Collins
Vocals
Calvin Simon
Calvin Simon
Vocals
Clarence Haskins
Clarence Haskins
Vocals
Cordell Mosson
Cordell Mosson
Bass Guitar
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Guitar
Gary Cooper
Gary Cooper
Vocals
Michael Hampton
Michael Hampton
Guitar
Randy Brecker
Randy Brecker
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Earl Collins
William Earl Collins
Composer
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Composer
George Clinton
George Clinton
Arranger
Fred Wesley
Fred Wesley
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Clinton
George Clinton
Producer

Lyrics

Woah, they say the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, baby. Call me the big pill, Dr. Funkenstein. The disco fiend with the monster sound. The grove ghoul with the bump transplant. Hip bone connected to my thigh bone. My thigh bone connected to my leg bone. My leg bone connected to my ankle bone. I get so hung up on bones. Dr. Funkenstein here. Preoccupied and dedicated to the preservation of the motion of hips. We love to funk you, Funkenstein, your funk is the best. (Talk!) Take my body, give it the mind, to funk with the rest. (Kiss me on my ego) Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. We love to Funkastein. (O-o-o-over) Dr. Funkenstein, king of the funk, yeah. Swift lippin', ego trippin' and body snatchin'. I'll blow your mind. Comin' to you directly from the mother ship. Pulling up the last leg of the P funk. Yeah! Well, alright! Dr. Funkenstein, yeah. Don't funk with your mind. We love to funk you, Funkenstein, your funk is the best. (Let me hear it for me) Take my body, give it the mind, to funk with the rest. (Ha) Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. (Alright) We love to Funkastein. Microbiologically speaking, when I start churnin', burnin' and turnin'. I'll make your atoms move so fast, expandin' your molecules. Causing a friction fire, burnin' you on your neutron. Causing you to scream, "Hit me in the proton", baby. (I don't know what I'm talking about) Hit me with the one and then, if you like hit me again. We love you, Funkenstein. (Oh yeah, let's do it one more time) O-o-o-over Hoo wee (You're really out of sight) I hope you all got your sunglasses on out there Ho! What is that, it's really gonna blow your mind. (Nonsense) We love to funk you, Funkenstein, your funk is the best. (Talk!) Take my body, give it the mind to funk with the rest. (Kiss me on my ego) Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. We love to Funkastein. We love to funk you, Funkenstein, your funk is the best. (O-o-o-over) Take my body, give it the mind to funk with the rest. Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. We love to Funkastein. Ain't nothing but a party, baby. Swift lippin' and ego trippin' and body snatchin'. (Dr. Funkenstein, you are really out of sight.) The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, they call me the big pill. Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. We love to, Funkastein. (Yeah, hit me one time, one time.) (Hey man, you make me feel so bad.) We love to funk you, Funkenstein, your funk is the best. (It is so funky around here.) Take my body, give it the mind to funk with the rest. (I'm just funkin' and jumpin'.) Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. We love to Funkastein. (Yeah, we love you Dr. Funkenstein, yeah.) We love to funk you, Funkenstein, your funk is the best. Take my body, give it the mind. To funk with the rest (Yeah, take it, take it. Take it.) Hit me with the one and then, if you like, hit me again. We love to Funkastein.
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, George Clinton Jr., William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, Joseph Johnson, Joseph Charles Jr. Hearne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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