What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the lord in heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

I hope you don't mind That I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song How wonderful life is while you're in the world It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I Don't have much money but

What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love Just who can solve its mystery? And why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there, one wonderful day But you took my heart and you threw my heart away That's why I ask the Lord up in heaven

She's a bad mother funker She's a human sex machine She got the power to make you shake your rump Bad mother funker, y'all Release me from this funky spell you got me under I've even been called the eighth wonder of the world Tell 'em y'all I can funk

Not this time I’m not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today You can call me what you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar This time I ain’t gonna run away You might knock me down, you might knock me down But I will get back up again This time I

Sense this urgency So chug this beer with me Get drunk with Charlie Scene 'Cause I ain't tryna get drunk alone So smoke this joint with me Get high off Funny's weed 'Cause I ain't tryna get high alone Six pack in hands Stage dive to the pit

I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done How wonderful life is, now you're in the world It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

Little mama, mammy wanna throw me way back She get it 'til she od This is something for my OGs Something for my OGs Smoke a lil' something if you're She just wanna have fun and I can give her what she want She just wanna ride with a She just wanna have

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

It gets better We'll get better What've we done? This is really happening Like starlight crashing through the room We'll lose our feathers Yes, I know it hurts at first But it gets better