From the recording Funk on The Floor
Lyrics
America’s a Beautiful Beast and you don’t even know the least, she brings me down on my knees, America’s a Beautiful Beast
We got the sweet soul sound, James Brown, Detroit back in the Day, Marvin Gaye, Hey Hey, We got the Memphis Fat Back Drums, Yum Yum, Girls be shaking them bum bums, don’t even know where the sound come from, We got the New Orleans, won’t you play that horn please, Mr. Jazz man, Mr. Jazz Man, Mr. Jazz Man – Hey..
America’s a Beautiful Beast and you don’t even know the least, she brings me down on my knees, America’s a Beautiful Beast
We are the land of the free and the land of the incarcerated. We are the land of the loved and you know we are the land of the hated. We are the best of the worst and the worst of the best, Brooklyn in the east to Berkeley in the west, 50% stale and 100% fresh. We are keyboards and Clydesdales and our egos are quite stale even though we purport to make you think otherwise. We like thinking everything is equal even though we don’t know what equal equals to different people.
Come with me into my 4 cornered room, here is a bucket and broom, I’ll be back in 20 or 30 years. Just give up your rights and don’t fight, just give up your rights and don’t fight Mr Jazz Man. Mr Jazz Man Hey, Mr Jazz Man Yea, Mr Jazz Man, Come on Benny Blow that horn, Mr Jazz Man, Hey hey.
America’s a Beautiful Beast and you don’t even know the least, she brings me down on my knees, America’s a Beautiful Beast