You can dance around if you want tonBut there's some thing a man don't wanna donAnd if you see him comin' walkin' down the streetnYou better jump right Outta his waynEveryone knows it's a street skitnEvery time he comes to townnCoz he's got somethin' in his left hipnThe blues down walk aroundnnFunky-junkynFunky-junkynnHe's on Missouri BoulevardnAbout a half o' mile south of the graveyardnBetter run an leap through funky old dirtnGo one don't find no shamenThis old muskrat barbecuenAnd a sweetness on the railroad tracknHe's gotta tiger in his living roomnHe gotta monkey on his backnnFunky-junkynFunky-junky