Tear drops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you can’t find the room to move
Well everybody better move over, that’s all
'Cause I’m running on the bad side
And I got my back to the wall
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway
They say there’s always magic in the air
But when you’re walking down that street
And you ain’t had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you’re nowhere
Well, I had to follow you
Though you did not want me to
But that won’t stop my loving you
I can’t stay away
Blamin’ it all on the nights on Broadway
Singin’ them love songs
Singin’ them “straight to the heart” songs
Blamin’ it all on the nights on Broadway
Singin’ them sweet sounds
To that crazy, crazy town
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It’s the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!
Down on Broadway, yeah
There’s a crowd now h’uh!
Name of the crowd, baby
Broadway Crowd
Down on Broadway, yeah
There’s a dance step, ha!
Name of the dance
Funky, Funky Broadway
Nassau’s gone funky
Nassau’s got soul now, oh, yeah
And we’ve got a doggone beat now
We’re gonna take care of business too
Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!
Slugged by the new increase?
Scared of the human bomb?
Overpowered by funk?
Funk out!
There is something
I wanna ask you
There is something
That I want to know
And to the question
You have the answer
So tell me
What I want to know
Do you wanna funk
Won’t you tell me now
If you wanna funk
Let me show you how
Do you wanna funk with me
Do you wanna funk with me
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo)
‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you (Woo)
‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you
‘Cause uptown funk gon’ give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don’t believe me, just watch, come on
Yeah, they were dancing and singing
And moving to the grooving
And just when it hit me
Somebody turned around and shouted
'Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music, white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music ‘til you die’
Turn it over
Let the funk get stronger
Just a silly millimeter longer
Funk gets stronger
As it goes longer
Funk gets stronger
As they say in the great big state of Texas
An armadillo millimeter longer
Well, I met an armadillo out in Amarillo
And he asked me for a light
I said, “Hey, where you going?”
He said, “I don’t really know”
And I said, “Brother, I’ve been there twice”
Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, “Tell me, where are you going?”
And this he told me
Said, “I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm
Gonna join in a rock ‘n’ roll band
Got to get back to the land
Set my soul free”
Maybe I’ll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I’ll be there to share the land
That they’ll be givin’ away
When we all live together, we’re talkin’ 'bout together, now
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee
Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you somethin’
I think you’ll understand
When I say that somethin’
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
Set me free, why don’t you babe?
Get out my life, why don’t you babe?
You really don’t want me, you just keep me hanging on
You really don’t need me, you just keep me hanging on
I’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall
If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall
I know he’s there, but I just had to call
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone
I put a nickel in the telephone, dialled my baby′s number
Got a brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, busy line
Each time I tried I got a busy tone
Not my baby’s number
Just a brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, busy line
Called his uncle in Jamaica
Left a message with the baker
Even checked the number in the telephone book
Got so awfully, awfully worried
To my baby′s house I hurried
When I looked inside, the phone was off the hook
Busy Line, Rose Murphy
Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you weren’t there
She told me don’t bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair