Behold, I am Funkadelic
I am not of your world
But fear me not
I will do you no harm

Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it
For nothing is good, unless you play with it
And all that is good is nasty
Fly on, baby [bad word] 

Some orange haze, orange haze, it ain't purple now more

What is soul?
I don't know
Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes

What is soul?
I don't know
Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub

What is soul?
I don't know
Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper

What is soul?
Man, I don't know
Soul [bad word] ankles and ashy kneecaps, oh yeah

What is soul?
Man, I don't know
Soul is chitins foo yung, chop chop
Oh, tell 'em, brother

What is soul
Man, I told ya, I don't know
Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes
Oh, get on down now, yeah

Soul, soul, soul

joint rolled in toilet paper
Oh yeah, right on
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Soul is you
Soul is you, baby
(Hey Calvin, it's the same [bad word] thing)
Soul is you, big mama