Gourmet de Funk

Crude, yet bashful, he searched Deeper, and deeper, and deeper For that one sound to fit this monocyte mosaic Oh, this works As an ancient drum pounds deliberately Reminding me of every heart that ever beat, in every man Gourmet Gourmet Eyes closed, he's lost, tangled in a collage His long and slender Italian shoes, tapped in timely acknowledgement Of what can only be described as, "Groovy bliss" Ah, groovy Gourmet Gourmet Listening carefully now Brown eyes gleaming analytically into the distance A love affair Man in music, in music Gourmet Gourmet de Funk Gourmet When we first met, man There was no silence I don't think there's been silence ever since Remember when we spent time with our aboriginal cousins What did they call it again? A didgeridoo? Didgeridoo Gourmet Gourmet de Funk And when we comforted our African brothers from the cry of slavery With a spiritual melody A change is gonna come And change is gonna come A change is gonna come, yeah We're there And every celebration ever seen, ever heard Gourmet Gourmet Gourmet de Funk Gourmet Gourmet, yeah Gourmet de Funk Now listen The smell of salted tropical herbs film the air Enough to make my mouth, eyes and ears water Add what you like And what would you like? Yeah Just make sure to arrange your composition intuitively, my friend For as long as this day allows freedom of expression We shall cook Gourmet de Funk Oh, Gourmet Gourmet Gourmet de Funk Gourmet Gourmet Gourmet de Funk Oh, yeah, oh Gourmet Um, Gourmet Gourmet Gourmet Gourmet de Funk Gourmet de Funk Said I believe Said I believe Said I believe Sin come out Say hi there Say