F Word

Please tell me what’s in a name… As this one came walking out
The person left who was there, opened his third mouth to shout
Old hat. It’s the F-word
Old hat. Just keep it outta my face
Old hat. It’s the wrong word
Old hat. Dig, don’t label me funk!
It feels like we’ve been here forever
And I’m sure that Brian is bored
But we just keep on laughing
For what we’re about to receive, may the good Lord help us
It was coming down, but we put it in our shirts
And we knew better than that so we started wearing skirts
The cardinas was coming back again, he was wearing the number one
But all that comes a little bit later, tonight we’re talking Jordan
Even though things look bad, we’ll keep right along
Through labels tags and the rest
The tribe is numbering strong