Lyrics:

Say somethin' social 'What I wouldn't eat if I wasn't on a diet'
Say somethin' political 'I'm dyin' to eat it'
Say somethin' funky

Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4)
Where are the lumps in my funk

A habit can be broken if you drop it
You say you try to kick but you can't stop it
Biscuits good to the gravy when you sop
Like drippin' from Joe you can't stop it

Poppa died of a headache
'Cause he refused to be a cotton picker
Read this on a bumper sticker
And the gravy from greens is called pot liquor

Just food for thought
And would you like to say
Enlightening baby
Ah, let's eat

I don't want to be a guru
Or claim to be a preacher or a teacher
Let me run something through to you
I feel for ya, I hope I can reach ya
Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya
Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya, yeah

Whoa this is maximumisness
Bringing you organic truth
Food for thought
According to the genealogy of the P documents
The shephard has pulled the wool over your eyes
May I take your order

Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4)
Where are the lumps in my funk

As it is so shall it be
If being is what it's about
I is maximumisness
Yoho

This is freedom of information gettin' funky
History, mystery, prophecy, new age world philosophies
Contemporary gossip has it that mother hubbard has a funk
CIAIO as in P2 illuminating funk P.U.

Food for thought
The hearts and minds of men and nations
Food for thought
The great heresy, the non-believer, the infidel
Food for thought
And guess who's coming to dinner

Oh be quiet, what are you some kind of messiahship connection
Shut up, play Herbie
I am Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk, I will never dance
I am the subliminal seducer
And the freedom of information is too expensive for you
I will never dance, I will never dance
You lie