Anything that has a shape will crumble away, disappear We belong to the circle life of all creation We crawl, deny ourselves, refuse this evidence That we project our greatest fears on death and forget our power I want to live my life in close touch with

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

Rum rum rum yarr Rum rum ahoy Rum rum gimme more rum The time has come The time for a drink On our mission to get totally drunk We have got nothing to lose Rum is the power Rum is the key