[Big band funk intro, full horn section, lots of bass guitar] [Music pauses] [Spoken: Deep, male, voice} Sometimes, my children, what the soul needs is a little funk. [Music resumes] [Verse 1] On days when I look around, And everything I see just makes me frown, I try to get up, but I stay down. But there’s a source of help I found. When life ain’t good, and everything is junk, Sometimes the soul needs a little funk. [Chorus lead in build up] Once my body gets to movin’, My spirit inside gets groovin’. When life makes you want to shout. It’s time to get the funk out. [Chorus] C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby It’s time to get the funk out. Move your feet, feel that groove, baby. It’s time to get the funk out. Let the music set you free. It’s as easy as one, two, three. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby. It’s time to get the funk out. [Verse 2] Bills stack high, news looks rough, World keeps sayin’ “man, that’s tough,” You can’t control all that stuff, But you can still call life’s bluff. When your head’s too full and your heart feels stuck, That’s when the soul needs a little funk. [Pre-Chorus – call & response feel] Clap your hands (hey!) Stomp your feet (ho!) Don’t overthink it—feel that beat! Shake that doubt right out your trunk, C’mon y’all, bring on the funk! [Chorus – full power] Once my body gets to movin’, My spirit inside gets groovin’. When life makes you want to shout, It’s time to get the funk out! [Refrain – repeat with ad-libs] C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby (uh!) It’s time to get the funk out. Move your feet, feel that groove, baby (tell ‘em!) It’s time to get the funk out. Let the music set you free (set it free now) It’s as easy as one, two, three. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, It’s time to get the funk out. [Bridge – drop instruments, bass + clav only] Ain’t sayin’ life gets perfect, Ain’t sayin’ pain’s a lie, But joy’s a muscle, use it, If you don’t—yeah, it atrophies. So loosen up that tie, my friend, Let that rhythm do its part, Cuz funk don’t fix the whole damn world— But it can jump-start your heart. [Breakdown – spoken, preacher vibe] Spoken: I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout pretendin’. I’m talkin’ ‘bout transcendin’. You don’t bury the weight— You dance with it. (Horns stab back in) [Final Chorus – bigger, higher energy] Once my body gets to movin’, My spirit inside gets groovin’. When life makes you want to shout, It’s time to get the funk out! [Refrain – extended, crowd chant] C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby It’s time to get the funk out. Hands up high, let it move you, baby It’s time to get the funk out. Every worry hit the floor, We don’t need ‘em anymore. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby It’s time to get the funk out. [Outro – callback to intro] [Music drops to bass + hi-hat] Spoken (same deep voice): Remember, my children… Pain can knock—but funk lets you answer the door smilin’. [Big horn hit, funky vamp fade-out]