The Wonkers - Farmer Croc Lyrics

He got up in the morning
And he ate his Farmer Croc
And then he had a thing in his head
That wasn't the groove of rock
He ignored this feeling
All day long
But he could not get out
This ominous song
Since then he was caught
And the called it the Funk
To his body it was brought
By the great man of Funk
So he called it the Funk
I wasn't what he knew
From the people of every day
It wasn't the normal thing
The radio'd play
It had a groove
The beat of the drums
The bass it was a' jumping
And in his veins it runs
Since then he was caught
And the called it the Funk
To his body it was brought
By the great man of Funk
So he called it the Funk
And since then
He was reborn
Just like a baby boy
The Funk
He conceived
But from the music of joy
So he raised his voice
To the universe it would reach
And with the power of music
It was the funkadelic screech
Since then he was caught
And the called it the Funk
To his body it was brought
By the great man of Funk
So he called it the Funk