Uh, uh, uh, uh... (Yo, bust it out, man.)

I got my groove back, no Stella Artois

It's the Art of Noise, Goodfellas

Back to the breaks like Bodhi at Bells

People Under the Stairs, hotel to motel

Nonstop lockin' at the Holiday Inn

Sportin' robes in the hallways

We turnin' up always

Let the herb blaze, fly away in a haze

Get lost inside a daze, my mind is a maze

It's not Frankie Beverly Hills

Or Frankie Goes To Hollywood

That O.G., L.A. talk, Chick Hearn on your block

Good to VG-plus to mint, now we gettin' better

Two producers are back, it's Fagen and Becker

The original Upsetter, the Double Scratch Perry

When the two hit the stage, they treat the Kings like Larry

Plenty of air-time on your prime-time station

Interpretation: it still takes a nation

To hold us Back to the Future with the past locked down

Don't look back, the Golden Era's right now

Long as the P Hendrix, the drum machine

Recyclin' the funk, we the original green...

Backs, they come in stacks like flapjacks

Gettin' your day started, my train of thought departed a long time ago

Long rhyme ago, something to keep 'em stoked

You see, I ain't no joke. The P, we ain't no joke

We're like Eric B.'s facial expression, never change

"Forever the P"'s the only way they can explain

The legacy deep underwater, abyss

Smithsonian, homie, it's Mike and Chris

Again, we glide like Schwinns on sunny afternoons

Up, up, like a balloon all the way to the moon

Plant the flag that decrees that the P was here

Yo, Thes, let's hit the lab, make sure the West Coast is clear

Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind

Don't you know all things go in cycles?