When I was growing up just a little kid, well I was living in, this dump called Cleveland
The times were hard, the streets were mean, life was bad, the tribe was bad, the browns were bad, but the cavs were rad
I need to leave get on a bus.
Find my train, I've had enough.
Quit my job, I'm on the run
Just a lonely jew in the city
Just a lonely jew on the run
Just a lonely mister with my pretty picture of my place under the sun
Gotta keep New York funky
From the morning until the night you know
Gotta keep New York funky
Oh, fo sho
Welcome to A-town where our heads are lifting off the ground
Just getting down to the sound
We like to party, love to party, party hardy, let's get started, won't get carded on a weekday
Let's hit the town, shuffle round, to the sound, of a funky band playing nice and loud.
It's the Mecca of the human race, until we get to outer space, and make Athens II on the moon.
Welcome to A-Town it's the best town for a show down, every body put your hands up in the air
We like the white funk, like the skunk funk, like the purp funk, anybody need some funk it's in the trunk.
Welcome to A-town its the best down for a show down, just let that funk fly, and keep your hands up to the sky
We're all excited, you're invited, take a ride on, that nasty funky machine as it spins out of control.
credits
from Live in New York,
released December 4, 2015
music by Eric Turner
lyrics by Jack Gould
On their latest LP, the Virginia group offer a sizzling array of funk and jazz grooves, with one foot in the past and the other in the future. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 16, 2020