Do ya wanna Funk…?

God I surely do love dance music,

Especially when I am high,

I can’t type worth a damn then,

But I surely do love kickin’ music,

Unusual, I am told, for men…

But I could dance around this camper,

Rufuz just hides on my bed, away he does scamper,

Don’t tell me I should not get a buzz,

Do not put on my fun time a damper,

I don’t do it much, only on weekends,

That is the time I do for myself, pamper…

Ah, for the good old days,

Working as a door man or bartender,

After work, going out to Atlantic city on a bender,

Sleeping on the beach till noon, bathing in the ocean,

Covering myself in sun lotion,

Causing on the beach a great commotion,

No one did say you couldn’t nude sun bathe there,

I just wanted some sun all over my body so fair…

Back to work that night,

To repeat the process,

That time in my life that was fun and right,

That time in my life when I did enjoy the night,

Did not like the sun and the bright,

So many good friends have come and gone since,

A time in my life I did feel like a prince…

     © ed ~ 12/3/04