Lyrics:

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 {mumbling..some orange haze, orange haze, it ain't purple now more...cough} Lalalala, ladada (x4) What is soul? I don't know, huh! Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes, yeah What is soul? (hehhehheh) I don't know Huh Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub What is soul? I don't know Huh, uh Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper Lalalala, ladada (x3) Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah) Lalalala, ladada Boo, boo, boo, bom, bom, bom {etc} What is soul Man, I don't know, huh Soul is rusty ankles and ashy kneecaps (oh yeah) What is soul Man, I don't know Soul is chitlins foo yung (Chop chop...oh, tell 'em, brother!) What is soul Man, I told ya, I don't know Huh Soul is a hamhock in your cornflakes Oh, get on down now! Yeah Lalalala, ladada (x5) Boo, bom, boo, bom, {etc} Oh yeah {x3} Soul, soul, soul Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah) Lalalala, ladada (x6) Lalalala, ladada (ah, ah, ah) (x2) Lalalala, ladada (whoa) Lalalala, ladada Lalalala, ladada (yeah) Lalalala, ladada (whoa-oh) Lalalala, ladada (hehhehheh, cough) A joint rolled in toilet paper Heh heh heh 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