Lyrics Revealed: James Brown’s Funky Drummer!

In our ongoing effort here at The Nightmare to make your music listening experience a little more enjoyable, we would like to introduce “Lyrics Revealed”, a new series designed to shed a little light on those favorite songs of yours with incomprehensible lyrics.
Finally, you’ll be able to actually SING in the car instead of mumbling along with an embarrassing, confused look on your face!

This weeks installment: Funky Drummer, by James Brown.

Come back, cover Shades, good God It's a raid

Cut off the lights
And call the law
Cut off the lights
And call the law

Standing over there
The devil's on his way
Call the law
Call the law
The devil's on his way

Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice

Make me sweat!
Still good
It's still good
Still good
It's still good

Turn over
Turn over
Turn over

Take me in the chain
Take me in the chain
Take me in the chain

Tall women Is all I need
Tall women Is what I want

One more time
I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul
We got here

You don't have to do
No song, brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
Cause it's a mother

When I count to four
I want everybody to lay off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four
I want you to come back in

I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet

It's in my shake, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shake
About to work me to death
It's in my shake

I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow

One, two, three, four
Get it!

Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?

One, two, three, fo!!

Next time: Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream!