We are children of production
Produced in conjunction
With the urgency of our Dr. Funkenstein

In his widsom he forenotioned
The [bad word] of your condition
So, we the clones, were designed
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind

We're flawless testimony
To the attainment of the P. Funk
Endowed with conceivement of [bad word] groove

We are deeper than abortion, deeper than the notion
That the world was flat when it was round
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind

We're a biological time bomb
Exploding in a timezone
And almost everyone is out of time

We are children of production
Produced in conjunction
With the urgency of our Dr. Funkenstein

In his wisdom he forenotioned
The [bad word] of your condition
So, we the clones were designed
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind

We are deeper than abortion, deeper than the notion
That the world was flat when it was round
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind