I was strung out on BachnAnd Beethoven was my thingnI dug jazz, I dug rocknAnything with a swingnThen I ran into a friend Who told me there was so much morenFind the void that you missednThere is plenty to explorennWe want to take you, Cholly, when we gon(You wanna take me?)nnWe'd like to take you, Cholly, when we rolln(Well, if you'd play me just a little bit more)nBut if we play you just a little moren(Maybe I will)nWe'd love to take you, Cholly, when we gonnYou know right about that time I startednTo analyze what they were trying to tellnMe, they said: Come on, Cholly, we want tontake you somewherenI didn't know wherenThey was trying to take me, next thing InKnow they were saying something like this:nFunk, gettin' ready to go-nFunk gettin' ready to roll (what?)nFunk, gettin' ready to go-nFunk gettin' ready to rolln(What in the world are they talking about?)nFunk gettin' ready to roll-gettin' ready to go?nNo, they can't do thatnnFunk gettin' ready to gonFunk gettin' ready to roll-see Ive Bach-I love BeethovennFunk gettin' ready to gonFunk gettin' ready to rollnnI would dance, I would sing,nI could get lost in my dreamsnI would fly, but never too highn'Cause my funk deserted menNow that the door is open widenAnd all my funk just can't hidenWith the syndrome left behindnNo, my funk just can't hidennWe like to take you, Cholly, when we gonWe like to take you, Cholly, when we rolln(They promise they would play one more time)nBut if we play you just a little bit morenWe'd like to take you, Cholly, etcnnYou knownIt was in my handsnIt was in my feetnI got it all over menYes, I did, I got it all over menGot to go, got to gonGot to go with the funknnGet readynnI would waltz, I would singnI would get lost in my dreamsnI would fly but never too highn'Cause the funk deserted menNow that the door is open widenAnd my funk I can't hiden(I must go with the funk)