What Is Soul

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 [Incomprehensible]

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 is rusty 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

A 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 damn thing)

Soul is you, big mama