I'm called a cow I'm not about To blow it now For all the cows It's funny how money allows all to browse And be endowed This wish is true it falls into pieces new The cow is you My kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh

Drink freely Do girl, what you do girl? Got a few more bottles of champagne For you girl, so drink freely And if it's true girl that the pretty ones have more fun Then you should enjoy yourself and holler if you need me You and your homegirls drinkin' on

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A They have everything for young men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man,

We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak

But don't change your hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little valentine stay My Funny Valentine Sweet comic valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable unphotographable yet your my favorite work of art

And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep I wanna have fun It's time for a good time Oh, I've been workin' all week I need a good time Yeah, I've been workin' all week I've been workin' all week (Good time)

Don't ever try to tell me how much you care for me Don't ever try to tell me how you were there for me I've got a funny feeling there's something wrong today I've got a funny feeling and it won't go away I've got an itchy finger and there'll be hell to

I put one foot in front of the other one, oh oh oh I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die In front of the other one I'm standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen I can’t help but love thinking that everyone

Overpowered by funk, funk out Don't you love our Western ways? If you ain't reggae for it, funk out No-one knocking at your door, funk out It's combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asinine, stupefying Can the clone-line dry you out? Part