Do The Funky White Boy
(Paul Messinger)

No drugs, no alcohol, no guns, no knives, no fights, so
tell me what we gonna do on a Saturday night?
No drugs, no alcohol, no guns, no knives, no fights, so
tell me how we gonna party on a Saturday night?

Now, there’s a
brand new dance, it’s called: The Funky White Boy...
Do The Funky White Boy...

Let’s say my name is G, let’s say I’m 17, yeah
I’m from nowheresville, town
of Honah Lee.

Let’s say it’s Saturday night, and
I’m just chillin’ (ar-right), so I
slip on my Cons, slap on
my jeans, let’s say I slick back my
hair, I’m a party machine:
I’m feelin’ fresh, I’m feelin’ fly, I’m
feelin’ def I’m feelin’ dope I be all
phat & clean, hey
it’s Saturday night, in Honah Lee boyyyyyyyyy, Saturday
night in Honah Lee ...

I call my home-boy, let’s say
his name is Roy, he’s from Jobba
Towne, he knows how to get down, so now
we’re cruisin’, we’re really
bruisin’, we got our fake ID’s, you
know we aim to please.
We get some burgers, we get some fries, hey
it’s Saturday night, and we just chillin’ (ar-right) we
feelin’ fresh, we feelin’ fly, we feelin’ def we feelin’ dope we feelin’ clean

But we got no ...
drugs, no alcohol, no guns no knives no fights, (par-tee), so
tell me: how we gonna party on a Saturday night, (par-tee)?
No drugs, no alcohol, no guns no knives no fights, (par-tee), so
tell me what we gonna do on a Saturday night?
Do The Funky White Boy...

No one can say that we can’t do it, nooooooooo, now
I’m not talkin’ blowin’ jazz.
Just hit the floor and get right to it, to it, there’s
not all that much razzmatazz to it: Don’t stop, Just Do It!

Do the Funky White Boy.
Do the Funky White Boy.

So, then my home-boy Roy says: “Lissen up G, I got a notion
that’ll go down in history, it’s really rockin’, it’s really
rollin’, it’s really fresh it’s really fly” he says:
“Let’s Go Bowlin’!”

So we go up to the desk to get our bowlin’ shoes, they got
a lady back there that’s like a who knows who, (or what???), I thought
she might be a ‘he’ or he might be a ‘she’ but
then my home boy Roy says:
“You a playa G!”

So, then my home-boy, Roy from
Jobba-Towne, he never misses a chance to try and
get down, he gets her number, he says he’ll call her he’s
feelin’ fresh, he’s feeling fly, he’s feelin’
def he’s feelin’ dope he be all
phat & clean, he’s Mr. Saturday night, in Honah Lee boyyyyyyyyy, Saturday
night in Honah Lee. He’s Mr. Saturday night, in Honah Lee
boyyyyyyyyy, Saturday
night in Honah Lee...

Do The Funky White Boy...