Behold, I am Funkadelic I am not of your world But fear me not I will do you no harm Loan me your funky mind, and I shall play with it For nothing is good, unless you play with it And all that is good is nasty Fly on, baby [Incomprehensible] Some orange haze, orange haze, it ain't purple now more What is soul? I don't know Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes What is soul? I don't know Soul, soul is the ring around your bathtub What is soul? I don't know Soul is a joint rolled in toilet paper What is soul? Man, I don't know Soul is rusty ankles and ashy kneecaps, oh yeah What is soul? Man, I don't know Soul is chitins foo yung, chop chop Oh, tell 'em, brother What is soul Man, I told ya, I don't know Soul is a ham hock in your cornflakes Oh, get on down now, yeah Soul, soul, soul A joint rolled in toilet paper Oh yeah, right on Yeah, yeah, yeah Soul is you Soul is you, baby (Hey Calvin, it's the same damn thing) Soul is you, big mama