Grow Some Funk Of Your Own

Yeah I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five The headlines screamed that I was still alive I couldn't understand it I thought I died last night Oh I dreamed I'd been in a border town In a little cantina that the boys had found I was desperate to dance Just to dig the local sounds When along came a se챰orita She looked so good that I had to meet her I was ready to approach her with my English charm When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me my the arm And he said grow some funk of your own amigo Grow some funk of your own We no like to with the gringo fight But there might be a death in Mexico tonight If you can't grow some funk of your own amigo Grow some funk of your own Take my advice, take the next flight And grow your funk, grow your funk at home Well I looked for support from the rest of my friends For their vanishing trick they get ten out of ten I knelt to pray Just to see if he would comprehend