Lyrics:

Funkytown, nasty(Hey, listen to the man)Yeah, I''m the Godfather (baby)People, peopleWe got to get overBefore we go underPeople, peopleWe got to get overBefore we go underHey, countryDidn''t say what you meantJust changedBrand new funky PresidentStock market going upJobs going downAnd ain''t no funkingJobs to be foundTaxes keep going upI changed from a glassNow I drink out of a paper cupIt''s getting badPeople, peopleWe got to get overBefore we go underListen to meLet''s get together and raiseLet''s get togetherAnd get some landRaise our food like the manSave our money like the MobPut up a fight down on the jobTell em, GodfatherTurn up your funk motorGet down and praise the LordGet sexy, sexyGet funky and danceLove me, baby, love me niceDon''t make it onceCan you make it twiceI like itPeople, peopleWe got to get overBefore we go underPeople, peopleWell, well, wellBefore we go underTurn on your funk motorI know it''s toughTurn on your funk motorUntil you get enoughHey, give yourself aChance to come throughTell yourself, I canDo what you can doHey, listen to the manI''m the GodfatherPayback, cold-bloodedPeople, peoplePeople, peopleHey, people, peopleDon''t you see what''s going onPeople, peopleWe got to get togetherGet on the good footChange it, yeahGot to get togetherAnd get some landRaise our food just like the manHey, hey, hey, hey, heyI got to say it againWe got to get togetherAnd buy some landRaise our food just like the manSave our money, do like the MobPut up your fight right on the jobWe gotta get overBefore we go underTime''s getting short, LordCountry, do you knowJust what I meantWe just changed, we gotA brand new funky PresidentI need to be the MayorSo I could changeSome things around hereI need to be the GovernorI need to be the Governor