Groove Monster (The Legend of Funkenstein) -- Studio 54 Remix
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[theremin music]
[laboratory sounds]
[thunderclap]
[Doctor Frankenstein, shouting]
They said we were MAD to do it, Igor!
Mad!
Mad!
MAD!
But we showed them!
WE SHOWED THEM ALL!
[deep raspy voice, spoken]
YESSSSSS, massster!
[Doctor Frankenstein, shouting]
WE'VE DONE IT, Igor!
It's alive!
Alive!
ALIVE!
[Deep sexy voice, spoken slowly]
MAN!
Alive.
[whistle]
[verse 1]
[spoken]
In Castle Lowdown, in deep Tran-sil-groove-ya,
a,
BAD,
Scientist sought the secret of moove ya.
With sparks, parts, potions, he crafted a brutha,
Who grooved, moved and played like no other mutha.
[chorus]
From shadows deep, into moonbeams gleam,
Funkenstein emerges, a sistas dream.
With threads unmatched, like a king uncrowned,
This look is wild, a brutha unbound.
[verse 2]
[spoken]
But when the bass dropped, and all the beats were laid,
The scientist trembled at the thing he’d made.
For the funk unleashed was a brutha untamed,
Funkenstein could dance, but could never be claimed.
[chorus]
From shadows deep, into moonbeams gleam,
Funkenstein emerges, a sistas dream.
With steps that rumble up the earth's cold ground,
His moves are wild, a brutha unbound.
[verse]
[female voice 1, spoken]
Desperation rising, he challenged his creation,
To ay funk-off, ay dance-off, a GROOVE confrontation.
[male voice 1, spoken] (takin’ it down now).
[drop] (uh huh)
[guitar solo]
[male voice 1, spoken] (alright, my ladies. alright).
[verse 3]
But Funkenstein stole the floor, with moves so ball,
That the science man’s trips looked like nothing at all.
[drop]
[orchestra]
[male voice 2] (what he doin’?)
[female voice 1, spoken]
Gettin' me hot,
That what he do! (who said that?!)
Aww, baby! (he know what we like!)
[bridge] (he know what we like!)
He know what we like!
He know what we like! (whooah awwwww, WOW!)
He know what we like!
He know what we like! (look out!)
[woman screaming]
HE KNOW WHAT WE LIKE!
[crowd cheering]
[verse 4]
[female voice 1, spoken]
Busted, defeated, he watched in dismay,
As Funkenstein broke free and boogied away (outta sight!).
To every disco, in every nation,
Where Funkenstein set off a groove detonation (whoo hoo!).
[women cheering]
[chorus]
From shadows deep, into moonbeams gleam,
Funkenstein emerges, a sista’s dream.
His threads unmatched, he’s a new king crowned, (move over!)
Funkenstein wild, a brutha unbound.
[chorus]
With steps that rumble up the earth's cold ground,
Funkenstein wild, a brutha unbound. (who that?)
His moves are a spell that steals the night,
Funkenstein’s reign is a chick’s delight. (that’s right)
His moves are a spell that rules the night,
Funkenstein’s reign is a chick’s delight. (ohhhhhh-woah-oh-ohhhhh)
His moves are a spell that rules the night,
Funkenstein’s reign is a chick’s delight. (well, I never!)
[fade out]
His moves are a spell that rules the night, (I’m a hose y'all down, my mamas)
Funkenstein’s reign is a chick’s delight. (I’m talkin’ bout)
His moves are a spell that rules the night,
Funkenstein’s reign is a chick’s delight.