Johnny Funk

This is a story of Johnny Funk
Who made a wish when he was a punk
He had the urge and he had the spunk
He wanna learn to play the funk

Didn' buy no suit, didn' buy no car
He kept his money in a killing jar
He bought an amp and a black guitar
He wanna be a funky star

He learned to scratch, he learned to pick
He learned his chops and learned his licks
He practiced hard with his rhythm stick
So Johnny Funk could get his kicks

'Cause he's happy when he's funky
'Cause he likes it when it's funky
Johnny Funk, Johnny Funk, Johnny Funk, Johnny (Oh!)

He makes it cry, the man could sing
Oh me oh my, you sexy thing
You make it dance, you make it swing
You want to be the funky king

And then one day, an agent came
Said "Listen, son, I know this game
For funky fortune, funky fame,
Young Johnny Funk, please sign your name"

And Johnny signed a bad mistake
He just abused his lucky break
He soon became a funky fake
On champagne wine and fillet steak

He was happy when he was funky
But his funky did a bunky
Johnny Funk, Johnny Funk, Johnny Funk, Johnny (Oh!)

Then Johnny sang with Christine Cool
Who played percussion after school
She sat beside him on her stool
And put the funk back in the fool

Now they don't need to make it big
They're on a groove that they can dig
They fall in love at every gig
And Johnny Funk just flips his wig

That was the story of Johnny Funk
Who made a wish when he was a punk
He had the urge and he had the spunk
He want to learn to play the funk

Now he's happy 'cause he's funky
Yes he likes it when it's funky
Johnny Funk, Johnny Funk, Johnny Funk Johnny (Oh!)
(Remember, alright)