I was strung out on Bach
And Beethoven was my thing
I dug jazz, I dug rock
Anything with a swing
Then I ran into a friend who told me there was so much more
Find the void that you missed
There is plenty to explore

We want to take you, Cholly, when we go
(You want to take me?)

We'd like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(Well, if you'd play me just a little bit more)
But if we play you just a little more
We'd love to take you, Cholly, when we go

Funk, gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll (what?)
Funk, gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to roll gettin' ready to go?
No, they can't do that

Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to go
Funk gettin' ready to roll

I would dance, I would sing,
I could get lost in my dreams
I would fly, but never too high
'Cause my funk deserted me
Now that the door is open wide
And all my funk just can't hide
With the syndrome left behind
No, my funk just can't hide

We like to take you, Cholly, when we go
We like to take you, Cholly, when we roll
(They promise they would play one more time)
We'd like to take you, Cholly