Funky Club Sounds

Funky Club Sounds

You gotta shake like sugar
if you wanna get in
because the club’s as packed
as an old sardine tin.
Yes, and the DJ knows
the right records to play,
so we’ll be jiving round
till the break of the day.

And I be moving around
to them funky club sounds.             (Funky club sounds! Funky club!)
And I be boogying down
to them funky club sounds.             (Funky club sounds! Funky club!)
Swinging my baby around
to them funky club sounds.             (Funky club sounds! Funky club!)
Feel my heart pound-pound-pound
to them funky club sounds.             (Funky club sounds! Funky club!)

Yes, and I’ve worked so hard
just to earn me a dime,
just so I can have me
a really fine time.
So now the doorman’s paid
and the barkeeper’s too,
and so there’s only one thing
that I’m longing to do.

Funky club.
Funky club.
Funky club sounds.
Funky club.
Funky club.
Funky club sounds.

And when the DJ says,
“Now it’s time to go home.”
I know I ain’t gonna grumble,
and I ain’t gonna moan
cos when I get back home,
turn my radio on,
and listen to them club sounds
until kingdom come.