Funky Ska Punk
by Timothy James Foley
Monday, June 17, 2002
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Pick it up pick it up pick it up.
My sound and my mind...
Too much to handle, bad-da-da-da.
In your face from the middle of nowhere I am the ska, I am the line of the truth that punks in your world.
Suck it up, and take it, and then you'll begin for me.
Desperately I sing these lines, like bees stinging yo' ear.
I won't won't abide your evil shoop-shoo-wa disco-ma-isms.
The heart is where it's at, and I ain't here.
So break it up and bust it down, prepare for the the furious might of my sound.
The flavor-licious mutha-fucka up in your face like I was someone.
I'm the funky S.O.B swaggin it up.
Boom Sha laka laka.
Punk it on out cuz I'm bustin'.
Phight my time, and I make you mind me.
Slip on down, slip on down...down down down.
You missed the stairs cuz I'm up again jumpin your ideas and crazin' for a new sound.
The new sound, the new light, the new time, the new world.
Real and raw like you ain't never seen!